Curate, connect, and discover
Is it just me, or is there something completely deranged about finding a fic so good it fundamentally alters your brain chemistry, only to realize it has spawned an entire fandom multiverse of inspired works?
And then those fics have their own inspo chains, and suddenly there are thirty variations of the same concept, spiraling outward like some kind of chaotic, beautifully unhinged literary hydra, and now I’m just sitting here at 3 AM, eyes bloodshot, vibrating with indecision because where do I even start?
Do I go in order of influence like some kind of academic scholar? Do I pick at random and hope for the best? Do I chase the one that promises the most emotional devastation because apparently, I don’t value my own well-being?
Or do I just sit here, staring at my screen, paralyzed, because every time I try to choose, I remember there are more of them, and they keep multiplying? And let’s not even talk about the comments section, where people are linking even more fics in an ever-expanding rabbit hole of shared brainrot.
And the worst (best?) part? I know I’m not going to stop. I can’t stop. Who needs sleep when I could be reading just one more fic that’s technically the same idea I’ve already read twenty times but slightly different? My body is running on pure hyperfixation and maybe half a cup of cold coffee I forgot about six hours ago. I am too deep in this, and I don’t even want to leave.
Anyway, thank you for coming to my TED Talk.