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apparently some feelings never die
Aug. 28th, 2014 04:33 pmI've realized that my OTPs of late, for a given value of late, have fallen into a pattern of awkward/rude/snarky (and incidentally dark-haired) guy who is terrible at feelings but hyper-talented at some particular skill, and his sunshine and rainbows/good with people/charming/delightful counterpart of a best friend who loves him too much and tries to take care of him more than is good for either of them. See: Mark and Eduardo, Haru and Makoto, Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi.
Obviously there are variations and differences in each relationship, but there's something about the dynamic that just hooks me and reels me right in. It makes for delicious angst! Pining! UST! And a tendency for me to treat the latter like a fandom bicycle because they deserve to be loved and appreciated, damn it! Less so Eduardo because he is less the endlessly giving martyr, and I like a dysfunctionally narrow and codependent Mark/Eduardo relationship sometimes, one that reflects how impossible it is to live without each other (though obviously RL proves different, but TSN is a whole other ball game). But, damn, Makoto and Zhou Mi deserve everyone to be in love with them and sing their praises and have all the happiness in the world.
That said, my MakoHaru feelings are probably not even a tenth of my Qmi feelings because (1) fictional, (2) so new, comparatively speaking, and (3) far less reciprocity in action than the gloriousness that is Qmi.
Watching S2 of Free! and SJM variety shows during the promotions for Swing, I've been swimming in endless feelings and practically bursting with all sorts of fic desires and ideas, but writing is always easier in my head than in practice. I've started two different fics and have no idea if either will go anywhere. I did also get waylaid browsing back through![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
chineseink and, in particular, my Suju fic directory. Goddamn, there were literally fics I didn't remember writing, or what happened in some of these. There was so much...
Unrelated, SJ's 7jib song, MAMACITA is catchy and fun (and the MV is ridiculous), but I'm a little sad in that it means an end to SJM Swing promos. Ack, never leave me, SJM. Never do. I'll just go rewatch your old shows (and pray also for a new Big Bang album).
Obviously there are variations and differences in each relationship, but there's something about the dynamic that just hooks me and reels me right in. It makes for delicious angst! Pining! UST! And a tendency for me to treat the latter like a fandom bicycle because they deserve to be loved and appreciated, damn it! Less so Eduardo because he is less the endlessly giving martyr, and I like a dysfunctionally narrow and codependent Mark/Eduardo relationship sometimes, one that reflects how impossible it is to live without each other (though obviously RL proves different, but TSN is a whole other ball game). But, damn, Makoto and Zhou Mi deserve everyone to be in love with them and sing their praises and have all the happiness in the world.
That said, my MakoHaru feelings are probably not even a tenth of my Qmi feelings because (1) fictional, (2) so new, comparatively speaking, and (3) far less reciprocity in action than the gloriousness that is Qmi.
Watching S2 of Free! and SJM variety shows during the promotions for Swing, I've been swimming in endless feelings and practically bursting with all sorts of fic desires and ideas, but writing is always easier in my head than in practice. I've started two different fics and have no idea if either will go anywhere. I did also get waylaid browsing back through
chineseink and, in particular, my Suju fic directory. Goddamn, there were literally fics I didn't remember writing, or what happened in some of these. There was so much... Unrelated, SJ's 7jib song, MAMACITA is catchy and fun (and the MV is ridiculous), but I'm a little sad in that it means an end to SJM Swing promos. Ack, never leave me, SJM. Never do. I'll just go rewatch your old shows (and pray also for a new Big Bang album).
