dude, being addicted to fanfiction is so weird. You stay in front of your computer for hours a day reading different versions of those same characters falling in love and fucking again, again, again and again. And yet, we’re looking for more, creating more, making fanarts because, apparently, nothing in the world is more fulfilling than fictional love, the love we cannot have. That’s either inspiring or unsettling. Or both.
do you guys remember those tutorial vids on youtube where people used notepad to tell you the directions but they could only type at 12 wpm and misspelled every other word and the music they chose for it was like through the fire and flames or something