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
HEEEY YOU!!
HEY YOU!
Yes you. I have to tell you something REALLY important!
Okay, are you listening?
If you like my blog PLEASE let me know and PLEASE spread the word!You can comment, follow, tell your friends, strangers, tweet about it, link it in your Facebook profile, make flyers and pass them out, write the url in the sky with a plane, change your friends' homepages to it, have it tattooed on your face, send out a mass text, write a letter to your local congress, eat your vegetables, make a tribute band, start a chain letter, spray paint it on a building, spell it out with alpha-bits, use your wits to build a machine and brainwash the general public, make a trendy internet video, whisper it in a horse's ear, brand it on a cow, enslave the human race, make it your bible, tell it on the mountain, start a fan club, respect your elders, do a flash mob, call random numbers to tell them about it, make a piece of art using only posts from this blog, tweet it again, start a webcomic, make a board game, post it on reddit, signal boost on tumblr, make a t-shirt, start a cult, make a crappy flash game, write a book with an extremely similar situation, call your in-laws, spread it on the grapevine, stitch it in a baby's blanket, tell your kids, tell a little birdy, you know whatever!
Just please let me know!
Yes you. I have to tell you something REALLY important!
Okay, are you listening?
If you like my blog PLEASE let me know and PLEASE spread the word!You can comment, follow, tell your friends, strangers, tweet about it, link it in your Facebook profile, make flyers and pass them out, write the url in the sky with a plane, change your friends' homepages to it, have it tattooed on your face, send out a mass text, write a letter to your local congress, eat your vegetables, make a tribute band, start a chain letter, spray paint it on a building, spell it out with alpha-bits, use your wits to build a machine and brainwash the general public, make a trendy internet video, whisper it in a horse's ear, brand it on a cow, enslave the human race, make it your bible, tell it on the mountain, start a fan club, respect your elders, do a flash mob, call random numbers to tell them about it, make a piece of art using only posts from this blog, tweet it again, start a webcomic, make a board game, post it on reddit, signal boost on tumblr, make a t-shirt, start a cult, make a crappy flash game, write a book with an extremely similar situation, call your in-laws, spread it on the grapevine, stitch it in a baby's blanket, tell your kids, tell a little birdy, you know whatever!
Just please let me know!
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Thursday, June 7, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Well a parent named lee...
I can't wait so...this post (stolen from tumblr) should help explain Jori feels...a little
Hey Jade, remember that time...
Remember the time you applauded your girlfriend for doing a great Bird Scene?
Remember the time your girlfriend took the fall for you and was willing to do 2 weeks detention so you wouldn’t get n trouble?
Remember the time you went to your girlfriend’s house with a broken kite because you were upset and she didn’t get mad you got makeup on the pillow her late grandmother made?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you teamed up to stop a guy from posting stuff about you on the internet?
Remember the time your girlfriend felt up your face to see if you were sweating and you didn’t mind?
Remember the time you selflessly tried to stop your girlfriend from getting in trouble with Melinda Murray?
Remember the time you lent your girlfriend the dress you were wearing so she could preform?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you got back at two mean girls at a Karaoke joint and you held her hands on stage?
Remember the time your girlfriend helped you get your boobs inside a giant burger?
Remember the time your girlfriend found the money to put produce your play and you gave her a huge hug after it?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you smashed up a car together then pushed a man home in a wheelbarrow while singing in spanish?
Remember the time your girlfriend offered to stuff your belly button with Raisin Bran?
Remember the time you warned your girlfriend about that Ryder guy?
Remember the time you warned your girlfriend about what blackballing in Hollywood was?
Remember the time your girlfriend slid down the side of a fridge and you were really concerned for her?
Remember the time you offered to take your girlfriend’s dress off?
Remember the time your girlfriend licked your drink and you still drank it?
Remember the time your girlfriend brought you on holidays?
Remember the time your girlfriend gestured at you and then jumped on your back as you both sang?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you were married and had a synthetically red headed baby?
Remember the time your girlfriend dressed up and acted like you?
Remember the time your girlfriend felt you up then you preformed a Christmas song with her?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you drove to San Diego?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you went on a date to Nozu and she was mad at two guys hitting on you both when you both wanted to hang out alone?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you had a tickle fight?
Remember the time you tried to drive your girlfriend to school when she had no ride?
Remember the time your girlfriend rejected a boy and came straight to see you?
Remember the time your girlfriend was so touched you let her sing instead of you she gave you a monster hug?
Remember the time(s) your girlfriend blatantly stared at your boobs?
No?
Remember the time your ‘not friend’ did all this?
Jori lives on
Hey Jade, remember that time...
Remember the time you applauded your girlfriend for doing a great Bird Scene?
Remember the time your girlfriend took the fall for you and was willing to do 2 weeks detention so you wouldn’t get n trouble?
Remember the time you went to your girlfriend’s house with a broken kite because you were upset and she didn’t get mad you got makeup on the pillow her late grandmother made?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you teamed up to stop a guy from posting stuff about you on the internet?
Remember the time your girlfriend felt up your face to see if you were sweating and you didn’t mind?
Remember the time you selflessly tried to stop your girlfriend from getting in trouble with Melinda Murray?
Remember the time you lent your girlfriend the dress you were wearing so she could preform?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you got back at two mean girls at a Karaoke joint and you held her hands on stage?
Remember the time your girlfriend helped you get your boobs inside a giant burger?
Remember the time your girlfriend found the money to put produce your play and you gave her a huge hug after it?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you smashed up a car together then pushed a man home in a wheelbarrow while singing in spanish?
Remember the time your girlfriend offered to stuff your belly button with Raisin Bran?
Remember the time you warned your girlfriend about that Ryder guy?
Remember the time you warned your girlfriend about what blackballing in Hollywood was?
Remember the time your girlfriend slid down the side of a fridge and you were really concerned for her?
Remember the time you offered to take your girlfriend’s dress off?
Remember the time your girlfriend licked your drink and you still drank it?
Remember the time your girlfriend brought you on holidays?
Remember the time your girlfriend gestured at you and then jumped on your back as you both sang?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you were married and had a synthetically red headed baby?
Remember the time your girlfriend dressed up and acted like you?
Remember the time your girlfriend felt you up then you preformed a Christmas song with her?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you drove to San Diego?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you went on a date to Nozu and she was mad at two guys hitting on you both when you both wanted to hang out alone?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you had a tickle fight?
Remember the time you tried to drive your girlfriend to school when she had no ride?
Remember the time your girlfriend rejected a boy and came straight to see you?
Remember the time your girlfriend was so touched you let her sing instead of you she gave you a monster hug?
Remember the time(s) your girlfriend blatantly stared at your boobs?
No?
Remember the time your ‘not friend’ did all this?
Jori lives on
Oh Hell Sandwich...
Gah...FEELS FEELS...I AM EXPERIENCING MAJOR FEELS.
In case you are not aware, I ship Jori.
Which are the characters Jade and Tori from Victorious.
Yeah yeah, that story can wait for another time.
The point is AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY CAN'T THIS SHOW BE ON TEEN NICK SO DAN CAN STOP TROLLING US.
They are so perfect. Jori is so perfect. Just...FEELS.
So uh...yeah, put on a pair of slash goggles and watch the show, you'll see what I mean.
In case you are not aware, I ship Jori.
Which are the characters Jade and Tori from Victorious.
Yeah yeah, that story can wait for another time.
The point is AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY CAN'T THIS SHOW BE ON TEEN NICK SO DAN CAN STOP TROLLING US.
They are so perfect. Jori is so perfect. Just...FEELS.
So uh...yeah, put on a pair of slash goggles and watch the show, you'll see what I mean.
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