What being a Christian on tumblr feels like
- Me: Oh, yeah, I love that show have you heard about this scene? *proceeds to talk for hours about shows, movies, and books.*
- Other People: *are animatedly talking back*
- Me: Oh, by the way, I'm a Christian.
- Other People: Don't touch it, it may quote the Bible to us.
“I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won't tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn't change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have.”
—Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower- having OC characters that are love children of your favorite OTP and being too scared to share them
- having an OC that is shipped with a canon character and fearing hate and judgement for it
- having any fan character/oc character and attempting to do something with them only to fear the outcome results
Aha, all this drama over Big Bang pairings.. of course a group of really close guy friends who have known each other for several years would be uncomfortable with strangers thinking they do sexual things with each other. Who wouldn’t be a little uncomfortable, tbh.
Personally when I choose favorite pairings it’s not in a romantic or sexual way, but rather who’s relationship I find cute or funny. That’s probably why I’m not super adamant about OTPs like other people and I say favorite “pairing” instead of “ship.”
Then there are some fans who are still trying to say that they’re not that uncomfortable with it .. yeah they might joke about it, but that doesn’t make it true or mean that they support it. It’s actually pretty disrespectful to be screaming stuff like “Nyongtory” at a group event because it disregards the other members.
Even if members actually are dating (because it’s not impossible), that’s their own business. Idols are entertainers, artists, singers- they’re human. They’re not just a bunch of anime characters you can mix and match and solicit your own personal fantasies upon which is one reason why shipping annoys me.
This is why I don’t like reading fanfiction at all and why I’m not an extreme shipper.
Me.
….Part One.
Hello. This is me. I’m currently a senior and 18 years old. I have many great friends, though I don’t think I could ever classify anyone as my best friend any more. I used to, but not any more. That’s perfectly okay with me, though. Anyway, I had planned this entire post in my head for the last few days, and now that I’m actually fulfilling the post, I’m at a total loss for words. I want to share the thoughts and things that make me, well, me. I guess I’m just tired of hiding behind the person that people think I am. I’m not the crazy, hyper girl. Nor am I the one who is madly obsessed with One Direction. (Though they are amazing.) I’m not the good girl who is too afraid to try drinking. I’m just myself- Emily Ann Rocha. The girl with the opinions she keeps to herself. The girl with the words that may not be stated the way she wants them to, but will try her best to get her point across. So, I guess it’s time to begin. Now, this may be one long post, or a few, i’ll let you know shortly. Well, I guess the first thing I want to talk about is love. Love- an emotion of strong affection and personal attachments. Do you see that? The definition? Do you notice how it says nothing of gender? Sometimes I think people tend to forget that. I, myself, am straight. I have always known that. As some of society would say, that’s normal. That’s “acceptable.” Would you like to know what I say? That what that part of society says is complete and udder bullshit. Who says that two men who are absolutely crazy in love with each are, “just confused.” Who says that two women can’t get butterflies in their tummies when they look at each other? Ignorant people. That’s who says that. But it is not their right. And while I may be that girl who just wants the perfect boy to love me for me, doesn’t mean that I won’t stand up for a man who wants to find the same exact thing. Or a woman who wants to protect the girl she loves from harms way. Honestly, what business is it for me to intrude on what they are looking for when it’s exactly what I’m looking for as well. To be accepted. To be happy with someone who makes me feel that way. They don’t intrude on my business. I just don’t understand why some don’t get that. And I think this is where I’ll stop. I’ll be writing part 2 soon. goodbye for now.
