It's currently 3 am here, I'm sitting on my bed, currently questioning my existence, wondering what on earth did that author sprinkled on their fanfiction to turn it into such masterpiece. I don't think I can ever recover from what I've just finished reading a moment ago. Holy shit, some Ao3 writers are just batshit insane. What the fuck do they eat in order to come up with a storyline like this??!!
That fic was just mind blowing, and now it's haunting me ugh. And the worst part is it's not even canon compliant but I don't give a fuck. I'll never be the same about gothic appetite and I will never look at Edgar Allen Poe's "Annabelle Lee" poem the same way ever again.
And yeah, I love Regulus Arcturus Black. Sorry if I ever badmouthed u bae 🙏🙏
I WANNA SCREAM IN PAIN AGONY AND DESPAIR NOW THAT IT'S ENDED WHY WHY WHY SHKFJKSHKSJSSHJJ-
Dear Hamilton fandom,
Are you okay?
Apparently, there's a whole side in the fandom dedicated to a piss cult. I don't know if I should be concerned or impressed, but somehow it's both.
You have truly outweirded yourself.
Sincerely, your obedient servant,
p.g. fruit.
(i know you sang it, i did too)