There She Goes Again . . .

First of all a couple of bulletpointy things:

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Enough Listyness, and off to some real rambling!
caboca did a "most tragic ship" poll on her LJ (link) (<-chilla, see how I embedded the link? nada copy paste involved! *cowers*)  which you should all vote in, and then we talked about it for like, several hours, which was awesome, but the point is that it got me thinking about Bellatrix even more. Which is decidedly unpleasant.


i had choir today, and we sang this awesome arrangement of "Can you feel the love tonight?", and WOW- I only ever knew the Disney lyrics, not the proper ones, and they're just... so... beautiful. Honestly. I was completely floored.

Shut up.

HEY, I actually have another thing that's been bugging me. At one point in probably either HBP or OotP Hermione says to, I think it must be to Harry, "Oh stop acting all misunderstood" and it is FUNNY and I was wondering if any of you knew which scene that was.

All of that should have given you plenty to think about, so feel free to give me your two knuts in the comments.

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...seriously. How amazing. Doesn't Harry look *just* like he's talking at the beginning. And I'm rediscovering just how amazing P&P really is. Seriously. Especially the BBC version, and Colin Firth hasn't even jumped in his pond yet.

Anyway. I went babysitting with my very favorite family tonight and it was lovely, lovely love. And now I must fold laundry.

Wanna hear a funny story? Draco is a bitch to write. Heh.

Title: Life Support (Love for the Lonely)
Summary: Kate Fisher (the OC formerly known as Amy) is a magical marine biologist whose life has reached a degree of irksomeness that is, in itself, irksome. Draco Malfoy is working with his uncle and hasn't felt anything in years. Enter Love for the Lonely, the resident Matchmaking agency...

( draco, oc, corny. how is this not officially horrible!fic?! i have no idea... )

you have not lived if you haven't seen this at least five million times. heh.

...but I bring a drabble/minific, and that makes it okay. And a plot-bunny. Is it too corny to write a Lily-fic based around Where Have All the Flowers Gone? I'm going to be thinking about this one a lot, because I have the song stuck in my head and the girl is just so brilliant. Family History, you say? Yeah, because I'm really going to choose Bella over Lily. *g*

Title: He's A Boy
Summary: “How did this happen? We were so sure he was going to be a girl!” In which I attempt to explain the utter WTF-ness of naming a kid Albus Severus.
Ship: H/G (seriously!)
Rating: G

Ron&Hermione fluffyness. How predictable. I assume I will be back with more soon enough (Andromeda and Cissy reconciling, for one, that scene needs to be touched upon) but this shall suffice for now.

Link to FF.net, because I'm way too lazy to post it in here.

OH!!! caboca and I founded a FIC COM!!!!!!
   
is a community dedicated to the artistic and hopeful mourning of deaths in HP-canon. In other words, fics about death that don't make you want to slash your wrists and shop at Hot Topic. *prods* go visit?

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Really, I was just going to post some more DH rambling but then I flicked on the TV-

And now I'm sitting here watching the CNN/Youtube debate, and it's got to be some sort of heavenly irony that the first twenty minutes were dedicated to the themes to racism and bureaucracy.

All I'm saying is that while the Potter fandom is once again busy griping and whining itself into oblivion because noes, your ship died (and let it be known that I'm still mourning Tonks and Remus), the world is crumbling apart at the seems. On our watch. And it's exactly the themes that are so prominent in those books we fell in love with that are driving us apart. Race, and blood; oligarchy and the political elite, corruption- did you really read these books with your eyes closed? One person's Death Eater is another person's freedom fighter, afterall, but people- we don't have a Chosen One. It doesn't work that way.

People are dying in Darfur in a way that makes Bellatrix look like Dora the Explorer.

And look a little closer to home. Look at schools that don't need the Carrows and the Cruciatus curse to become hell.

And how can a kid be mistreated and hid in a cupboard under the stairs for eleven years, and what if they never get their Hogwarts letter?

All I'm saying is, it's over. I'm never going to stop loving these characters, I'm going to bully my kids into reading these books, I can't wait for the shock to be over so I can delve into the brilliance of construction and imagery that is this book. I'm never going to stop loving this; and I'm not going to stop writing fanfic anytime soon. It was never about being right for me; it was never about analyzing. It was about finding a place where I can play with words. And much more importantly, it's about the people. It's about you guys. It's about finding some of the dearest friends, some of the people closest to my heart. And even if I had hated the way DH played out, I would have never stopped being grateful. And I won't, ever, stop being grateful that I met you guys.

But it's over. The friendships and the memories we take with us, those aren't over, but the books are over, and Harry's done his part, and he deserves that nap and that sandwich and doing nothing else but teaching his kids two-aside Quidditch if that's what he wants to do.

We don't have that right just yet. So find a cause you believe in, find a DA to join, an Umbridge to fight, an Order of the Phoenix. Use the brilliance and wit and brain and compassion that you all have, and for the love of god, get a life.

We owe that to them, don't we? To Tonks and Lupin, and little Teddy. To Colin and Lavender. To Mad-Eye, to Dorcas Meadows and Amelia, to the Prewetts, to Lily and James and Sirius, to the McKinnons and to the fifty faceless bodies in the Great Hall. And most of all, we owe it to JKR, that once the hype and the press coverage and the wank dies- that the ideas that she hit us over the head with, again and again and again, that Hermione's the smartest person in the world and her parents are dentists, and that the weapon we have is love- we owe her. Don't you think?

Am leaving this unflocked for a reason. If you think I have a point, by all means link or pimp.