The sound of silence
Saturday, 16 July 2005 19:53![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm not gonna lie. I'm kind of numb and considering not finishing that last chapter. It seems we've been debunked. Completely and thoroughly by the mistress of the canon herself. R/S shippers can argue, invent, and equivocate all we want, but we are NOT canon. I mean, not that we ever were, I suppose. It just feels so tacky. The Entire Tonks storyline felt pasted on to the plot in a final and contrived attempt to shut us all up.
Well, Jo. It worked. I think you may have lost this fan for good. Haven't yet decided.
It was great fun while it lasted, though, eh?
I tip my hat to all the R/T folk out there. I won't be joining you... ever, but I do hope that you don't gloat too loudly. Or else I'll just have to not be around to read it.
Actually, I think I may retire from the fandom for a bit. At least to catch my creative breath, as it were.
Then, I've also been known to say I'll never drink alcohol again after a particularly rough night. It all comes to nothing in the end.
*takes a bow*
ETA: I finally forced myself to read those last few pages. If you haven't... Tonks is very clearly... er... satisfied.
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2005-07-16 10:34 (UTC)God, well said. I just keep shaking my head of what a /waste/ it all is. She really had so many opportunities to do things with characters and relationships that have really never been done before, but... nothing.
Anyway I just agree completely with everything you've said. It's comforting to read my exact thoughts. ^_~
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2005-07-16 10:41 (UTC)Hell, I even thought the soul-splitting was a neat little way to structure Harry's fighting energy.
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2005-07-16 11:52 (UTC)What? Didn't you get the memo? All people have a counterpart out there, a member of the opposite sex without whom you will pine and wear away, getting thinner and thinner until you finally disappear in a loud *pop* of not fitting in.
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