it’s so wild to me that you absolutely cannot force a hyperfixation to happen. like you’ll watch the most perfectly tailor-made-for-you content that everyone says you’ll love and feel absolutely nothing, and then the thing you watch on a whim to fill time will reach through the screen and put its damn fingers in your brain and start rearranging the neurons right in front of you and every single time you’re like THIS??? THIS??????? and this happens like every 6-12 months forever
Your favourite Lost character is not about who’s the best person, it’s about who you most enjoy watching stumble through the jungle shaking like a wet dog. Bonus points if they’re crying about their dad.
is THIS your man? [shows an image of a malnourished injured exhausted man with big sad eyes looking up at the camera with blood smeared all over his face and mouth. and he is visibly trembling]
“oh wow i thought this fandom was dead” you ignorant slut no fandom is ever truly dead. there will always always always be at least three mentally unwell freaks on the internet irrelevant-posting about their little blorbo(s) who have not been relevant for fifty years. this is the way of the world and they are stronger than you will ever be you FOOL
