Having an emotional breakdown over work and thinking to myself wow this is actually really great material for the fan fiction I’m writing dude what the fuck

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Having an emotional breakdown over work and thinking to myself wow this is actually really great material for the fan fiction I’m writing dude what the fuck
I keep having this weird feeling. Like, Netflix DD was/is my favorite series ever. My favorite fandom. My favorite story. It has my favorite characters, arcs, dialogue, cinematography, fight scenes, themes. It's helped me process and heal from a lot of shit, thanks to how I related to Matt. In short: the amount of love I have for it knows no limits. You all know this. Obviously. So when it was abruptly canceled in 2018, I was just gutted. And sure, I joined the SaveDaredevil campaign, but in truth, I kinda thought... that was it. It was over. I remember, viscerally, that sinking feeling. I knew I'd always love it, and I'd continue to follow Charlie through his other works, but after a year or so it just felt like it was clear it wasn't coming back. I either needed to move on, or find a way to allow me to spend more time in that universe even without the show - clearly I chose the latter, ending TRT's hiatus in 2020 when I had more time to write fic. But I cannot understate how I did that with the full knowledge that DD was over.
That went on for years.
Years of nothing.
Years of a tiny fandom on life support, grimly holding onto our love with the barest of fingertips, reblogging and writing for anyone still around, including ourselves.
Years of sweet interviews where the cast would mention DD, little scraps of dopamine and nostalgia that kept us warm.
Years where there wasn't much hope, but we loved it anyway, we did, we still did, even as we understood why people moved on.
What we loved was dead, but we picnicked on its grave anyway.
If you'd told me, at any point then, that one day as we sat on that grave, Matt's hand would come bursting up through the soil right through the center of our memorial devil cookie tray, I'd have given you a whole lotta side eye. Because that's what this feels like. We laid this series to rest, and now Matt's here covered in grave dirt, and he has promptly sat down to eat our memorial cookies with us like we didn't spend years mourning his death.
It's such an odd feeling. Suddenly there are new things to buy! New appearances! New gifs! New interviews and shows and old fans coming back and new fans coming in and new fics being written, and con events and behind the scenes clips, and this whole time I'm floating in this bright haze because this was all gone, it was all dead, you were dead, I wrote for you because I missed you, because I wanted to keep you alive, and now you're here again.
I have no idea what to do with this feeling. But it makes me very, very happy.
Sometimes I will wake up and ask myself how did we get to eat a shaped mix of water and flour, with as an accompaniment vegetables heated by a form of energy found in a small and flat cooktop, and meat from an animal that was transformed to be a sausage to then be cut into small pieces and put in sauce, a liquid with a bunch of ingredients and plants. Like. Why are there so many steps to eat?? This feels so elaborate?? Am I crazy?? Yes
I like my new icon. My recent artwork, not so much. I think it's time to simplify my style.
Your Daily Pasta Thoughts
Me, boiling pasta: Man, this is gonna be good!
Me: Man, I should take a BATH that would be nice
Me: Could I cook pasta in bath water if I put it on all the way hot?
Me: I probably could... But.. I was so busy focusing on if I COULD, that I never stopped and considered... If I SHOULD
Things I would do for Jen Walters: Part One
Die for Jen Walters
Go to to the store in the middle of the night in order to purchase comfort food for Jen Walters
Commit arson for Jen Walters
Hide arson for Jen Walters
Adopt an animal under 150 pounds but larger than 5 pounds with Jen Walters
Fight geese for Jen Walters
Be a reliable alibi for Jen Walters
Give the last taco to Jen Walters
Break international law for Jen Walters
Give the warmest blanket on the couch to Jen Walters
Present a 1 hour presentation and 20 page essay on why I should be Jen's BFF to Jen Walters
Wear a Jen Walters mask therefore becoming a Jen doppleganger so that I can distract the media harassing her for Jen Walters
Go on a road trip for Jen Walters
Learn to fondant so I can create a smashable Matt Murdock Ass cake for Jen Walters
Stay tuned.
I found a movie theatre that requires masks and evidence of vaccination before entering. It is 2 hours away. And my chronically ill ass is seriously considering the trip for Spiderman, cause goddamit, I've been waiting for YEARS to see Charlie Cox enter the MCU as Daredevil and I have no words for how much I want to see this movie.
Still not sure which way I'll go. We'll see.
Do you ever wonder if anyone would care if you just got up and left. Haha but that's stupid. Of course they would.