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reenkai feel like...
i'd been walking through a nice, calm, beautiful may day, smelling the roses and the honeysuckle and giggling and feeling the sun on my face--
and then-- boom!-- there's a gunshot.
and i see these-- images-- and my heart falls to the floor-- and every muscle tenses-- and i just want to run, and it's like, everything falls together even as it falls apart, and the air is thrumming with power, and everything is just--singing-- and-- it's like watching a really intense thriller, there's something that reminds one of `beauty and the beast' mixed with `run lola run' mixed with `mad love'...
*closes eyes*
i feel like i've accomplished something, stupid as that sounds.
it's that happy, energized, powerful feeling when you really feel the world come -alive- and the characters -breathe- and they're -with- you and you're -there- and it's -real-, and that's one of the most amazing feelings -ever-.
*bounces* harry and draco are reeeeeeeal! i'm not fit to review yet, but i had to commemorate. i was really touched and twisted and deeply moved by ip14, but this just picked me up and threw me, daring me, just-- it just pushed inside me. *looks well-snogged by fic*
that's the best feeling. that's what i read for. that sensation of my skin being -their- skin and there not even remaining much of me that's -me- and it's all subsumed into this -creation- that is so powerful it can become someone.
the Great Hall scene. is-- already-- classic h/d angst, in my mind. right up there with rhysenn's Slytherin Dungeon #1 (which totally took over my head when i first read it). *sighs* pow!
yah. that's what i want. punchy. real. words with teeth, and guts, and blood, and raw emotion bursting. something to bite into. something to taste. something to grab hold of, and clutch to your heart. something to make you want to write, because h&d are suddenly so real in your head you could just -scream-. something to make you want to bare your teeth and hiss, heart pounding, adrenaline on the rise. well, y'all get the idea.
heh, not that i need to rec it or anything, like i said, this is just for my own benefit :)
~~
um. this post on armchair slash is the perfect complement to the chapter, i'm telling you *cackles* ah, the armchair. what a giggle machine.
"harry!"
"draco!"
"harry!"
*dies* indeed. *looks wise*
i'd been walking through a nice, calm, beautiful may day, smelling the roses and the honeysuckle and giggling and feeling the sun on my face--
and then-- boom!-- there's a gunshot.
and i see these-- images-- and my heart falls to the floor-- and every muscle tenses-- and i just want to run, and it's like, everything falls together even as it falls apart, and the air is thrumming with power, and everything is just--singing-- and-- it's like watching a really intense thriller, there's something that reminds one of `beauty and the beast' mixed with `run lola run' mixed with `mad love'...
*closes eyes*
i feel like i've accomplished something, stupid as that sounds.
it's that happy, energized, powerful feeling when you really feel the world come -alive- and the characters -breathe- and they're -with- you and you're -there- and it's -real-, and that's one of the most amazing feelings -ever-.
*bounces* harry and draco are reeeeeeeal! i'm not fit to review yet, but i had to commemorate. i was really touched and twisted and deeply moved by ip14, but this just picked me up and threw me, daring me, just-- it just pushed inside me. *looks well-snogged by fic*
that's the best feeling. that's what i read for. that sensation of my skin being -their- skin and there not even remaining much of me that's -me- and it's all subsumed into this -creation- that is so powerful it can become someone.
the Great Hall scene. is-- already-- classic h/d angst, in my mind. right up there with rhysenn's Slytherin Dungeon #1 (which totally took over my head when i first read it). *sighs* pow!
yah. that's what i want. punchy. real. words with teeth, and guts, and blood, and raw emotion bursting. something to bite into. something to taste. something to grab hold of, and clutch to your heart. something to make you want to write, because h&d are suddenly so real in your head you could just -scream-. something to make you want to bare your teeth and hiss, heart pounding, adrenaline on the rise. well, y'all get the idea.
heh, not that i need to rec it or anything, like i said, this is just for my own benefit :)
~~
um. this post on armchair slash is the perfect complement to the chapter, i'm telling you *cackles* ah, the armchair. what a giggle machine.
"harry!"
"draco!"
"harry!"
*dies* indeed. *looks wise*
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Re: ~hmm...
Date: 2002-09-29 08:07 pm (UTC)Vince, for me, is an enigma. I think he's understated, I made him super-observant in some ways, but really, most of it is human common sense. I'm in love with the idea of keeping people guessing right onto the edge and sometimes I never clear it up. Clear up the mystery that is.
I think there's room for humanity, even in Slytherin. ~Amy