Dang my shipper heart.
I have one, for sure. It's painstakingly obvious in everything.
I've shattered the glass.
Now, I'll be watching something and there will be a comment, harmless. My brain jumps on it instantly.
"Who ships them?"
I just...see it. I'm reading a book*, Scars.
It's heavy stuff. Yet as I read, the slight plot line of romance is drowning me.
It's so obvious. Like how would I not?
Subtext.
Everywhere.
Jori, you all should know of that if you read religiously.
I was watching my brother beat Mass Effect 3, a passing scene and I ship two characters that I don't know.
It's like a gift. Or curse maybe.
Feelings, even a shippers, can be suffocating.
*When I read, I tend to be more...poetic in my words I suppose. I happen to be reading RIGHT NOW. I simply paused to make this post. You can probably tell that I am just by the way this is organized. Chaotic
No comments:
Post a Comment
Are you doing what I think you're doing? No? Just scrolling past?
I guess that's cool too.
It would be great if you like...commented though. It means a lot.
Just a quick hello or something, PLEASE????