I think on the events of the last day and I am reminded of that one fic I read on my car ride to school that sent me into a spiral and actively questioning whether I was alive and if reality really existed.
Character death and grief so brutally honest it shook me to my core.
In some way, losing access to AO3 has tapped into that raw emotional state (without the existential crisis lol). I've been on AO3 for...almost half my life. Undoubtedly, the space allowed for an exploration of self I would never have gotten elsewhere. The freedom to participate in another's reality and appreciate a different viewpoint of "set in stone" media.























