Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness
Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you’ve read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?
THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT
I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it’s been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible
Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together
I guarantee you that even if it’s a decade or three later, there is a really good chance you’ll get a ‘oh MAN, I haven’t had a chance to talk about this in YEARS, but here’s what I was thinking back then, and here’s what I WANT to do/is rotting my brain now!’
Most of us are always or still thinking bout our shit, some where in the burnt out library of our brains.
You contacting us gives us a chance to throw the switch, turn some lights on, and bust out the secrets and details we never had a chance to get to, but are just WAITING for someone to ask/express interest. And then we will word vomit several thousand words at you and immediately apologise.
The core appealing thing about the Mamma Mia movies is that I think most recent movies have lost a sense of camp, but Mamma Mia embraces it. It isn’t trying to be anything besides a jukebox musical about having a lovely time in Greece.
Does the plot make sense? Eh, kind of.
Does the timeline make sense? Not really but it doesn’t matter.
Are there some songs that do nothing to further the plot? Absolutely unless someone can justify “Does Your Mother Know” to me.
Is the point of the scenes with the Dynamo costumes just to enjoy some spectacle? Yes! They’re tacky and glorious.
