I think I'm slowly emerging from the Homestuck madness that seized me. I don't spend every idle moment contemplating the nature of Equius <> Nepeta or compulsivly scribbling Parcel Mistress costume designs. (Although that costume is still very much a thing that is happening.) Admittedly, I'm in the middle of my third re-read of the canon, but I'm proceeding at a much more leisurely, casual pace of five to ten pages per day. More importantly, I've been sucked back into watching the John Winchester Is A Giant Asshole show, which I think fandom more commonly knows as "Supernatural". Still, Homestuck worms its way back into my life at unexpected moments.
Like, we're watching old family videos, and I'm flinching away at the obnoxious antics of my younger self and I think UGH, THERE IS NO ONE IN THE WORLD MORE ANNOYING THAN PAST SENTIENTCITIZEN - and then I realize just how much I'm channeling Karkat.
Or, I'm donateing blood and suddenly the realisation strikes me that while oxygenated blood is freakish candy red, venous blood (which has a lower oxygen level) is actually a hell of lot closer to Feferi's Tyrian purple blood. Almost spot on, actually.
I think it'll wan eventually. It's not in my nature to be so obsessively and verbally monofannish, and to be honest it was weirding my out a little! But it was fun while it lasted, to be so single-mindedly enthusiastic about one thing. Homestuck will be one of my forever fandoms, I think - something like Doctor Who or Stargate, where I'm always up for a good discussion or a nice long fic, even if I haven't actively thought about it for a while - but the honeymoon seems to be over.
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