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 >>4713162
And the Plot. Sweet motherhumping melonmonsters, the plot.
Snape,
naturally, received a character motivation that took his
characterization throughout every prior book, skullfucked it, and pissed
on the corpse. Yes, he loved Lily so much that he'll do anything for
the precious Mary S- er, Potter, despite having openly hated his fucking
face so hard for the entire series Harry almost spontaneously combusted
(and for good reason.)
Dumbledore was a walking dead man, so
the single most dramatic moment in the entire series meant jack diddly
shit. There was no cold, hard moment of resolve as Snape looked into
Dumbledore's eyes, readying himself to carry out the pact they'd agreed
to beforehand, the hard sacrifice needed to save their world... nope,
fuck that, it was more like putting down a sick dog.
And Harry,
who'd been in a progressive decline after having his only remaining
family member killed only months after learning he existed, was in a
beautiful downward spiral of grim frustration and hatred, becoming more
and more like the young boy who'd scribbled in the old potions textbook
he now possessed... but then all of that Dark Side crap was ripped out
in the end and he went home with cleaner hands then the love child of
Clark Kent and Mother Theresa.
Perhaps this should've gone in
Lit, but... hate. All of my hate. Fuck that bitch and fuck her miles of
wafer silicon chips because the only thing constraining my well of
hatred is the laws of thermodynamics. |
