AN- Look… I know. I don't even know if anyone will ever see this. But, in honour of the fugue state I fell into this time last year (anyone seeing this knows exactly why), here is part of the 3k document I found myself sitting in front of in the aftermath.
I've completely converted over to AO3, but I still do do songs if anyone happens to want to check that out. No where near my old volume, and it's mostly Good Omens and Critical Role these days, but this continues to be the only way I am capable of processing media so that's fun.
This fucker is from a meta fan perspective during That Week in November 2020. Quite frankly, I think this captures the Vibe of that hellish experience.
*Disclaimer: I do not own the Death By A Thousand Cuts by Taylor Swift or Supernatural.*
Bi, bi, bi, bi
Bye, bye, bye, bye (x4)
Watching this end is death by a thousand cuts
Things won't stop coming up
It's so much but it's not enough
'Cause it ends That Way and it is not changing
I look at the show that I once loved
Even though I've given it up
Deep inside a teenage me cries
'Cause I can't pretend it's okay when it's not
It's death by a thousand cuts
With every passing week, just want to leave this show
Each time I turn around, something is going down
And I have to know
And what could have been goes 'round like myth
It's a conspiracy that means too much to me
I can't do this
They finally said it was love, has been for ages
But if the story's over, why am I still writing pages?
'Cause watching this end is death by a thousand cuts
Things won't stop coming up
It's so much but it's not enough
'Cause it ends That Way and it is not changing
I look at the show that I once loved
Even though I've given it up
Deep inside a teenage me cries
'Cause I can't pretend it's okay when it's not
It's death by a thousand cuts
My heart, my thoughts, my writing, my love
Tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch
You had me hooked like a middle school drug
Now I'm full of old feelings you made erupt
Our songs, our fics, united, we stand
How did you think that all of this would land?
Though, are we shocked that the ending went bad?
Paper cut stings from your paper-thin plans
My time, my mind, my spirit, my trust
Tryna find a part of me you didn't take up
So many ways that it wasn't enough
But I'll be alright, it's just a thousand cuts
It's so much but it's not enough
'Cause it is not changing
I look at the show that I once loved
Even though I've given it up
Deep inside a teenage me cries
'Cause I can't pretend it's okay when it's not
No, it's not
It's death by a thousand cuts
Tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch
My writing, my love, my trust (It's death by a thousand cuts)
But it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough, no, no
Just want to leave this show
Each time I turn around, something is going down
And I have to know
AN- What do you think? Do you have a song you want me to rewrite? Let me know! I love all your reviews.
If anyone happens to be desperate to see (or at least mildly curious about) the rest of the results of my above-mentioned fugue state, let me know. They're not hard to share.
-Wiznerd