EVERYTHING-IS-SHIPPING

anonymous asked:

Talking about Derek vs Stiles stans when it comes to fics, I find it really bugs me when the author has a clear bias & one of them suffers bc of it. Like I'm a Derek girl, but I don't want Stiles to be written like an after thought or Derek settling. I want Derek to be head over heels infatuated w/Stiles eyes, lips, moles, hands, legs, all of it! I want them both to be so into each other yk? Sometimes I can't figure out why the author even has them together bc it's so one-sided.

That’s with everything tho, any of the ships, the people who ship stydia or stalia because they hate Stiles.  I get it if you want the other person to treat them like dirt, but why would you want that for your fave?  Idk. 

have you ever experienced that feeling where you fall in love with your otp all over again? like everyone loves their otps as they progress slowly and they slowly fall in love with them, but then while reading fanfic or watching fanvids or just sitting around but you’re suddenly hit by how beautiful and amazing your otp is all over again and just how far they’ve come and every reason why you ship them and it just makes you emotional and want to cry in the middle of the room and it’s fucking wonderful

Ok guys sorry, canonical ages confirmed. Shiro is 23, Lance is 17, Allura is in her altean 1000 years teens, Pidge is 5, Keith ages as cats do, so he is technically 2, and Hunk is an ethereal non-organic being that has no begining nor end. That’s it. There’s no safe ship, everything is unshippable, we all are problematic and need to stop and also kill ourselves, all hail Zoran, the only safe ship.

So there's this thing

So where I’m from, we have this thing with ships. They have weird names and we always refer to them by those names as a classification.

•The Titanic
These are the ships that will never be canon. Mostly like those gay ships of straight guys that every fandom has.

•The Sailboat
These are the weak ships that are kinda like “I wouldn’t have a problem, per se, if this happened, but I don’t ship it hard.”

•The Fleet
These are the ordinary ship. Like, you ship it more than the casual “I ship it,” but less than the battleship.

•The Battleship
The strongest of the ships. It’s like the commander of everything shipping.

•The Pirate Ship
These are the ships that are already canon. They destroy other non-canon ships and plunder the remains, but we still love them.

•The Submarine
These are the obscure ships that we still love. Whether it’s a random pairing that nobody seems to ship or just an obscure source, maybe some book nobody seems to have ever read. But usually, these pairs are basically like two subs passing without their lights on.

•K-27
Named after a sunken Soviet sub, these are like the normal submarine, but will never be canon, and will probably sink with their nukes onboard.

These are the classifications of ships.


EDIT


•Santa Maria
@yuzuling pointed this out, but it’s a great addition. These are the old ships, the ones that practically everyone has forgotten, but for you, they’re basically classics, those ships you know you can always go back to.


•The Mayflower
@thereonce-was-a-girl named this one. It’s a “toxic ship”. For most of us, it’s the ship that we don’t like or support. We don’t openly spread hate for people who do ship it, but for us, these are the canonical ships that tend to cause the impossibility of a Titanic rather than allowing a ship to be a fleet ship or pirate ship.

The Houses as Bookworms
  • Gryffindor: absolutely adores books but still wishes they read more, takes really aesthetic book photos, doesn’t waste their time on a book they know they won’t like, pretty critical about book to movie adaptations, considers other people’s reviews before picking up a book, reads their books in class even when they probably shouldn’t, loves borrowing books from others
  • Hufflepuff: will plow through book after book and then not read for an entire month, attempts to organize books alphabetically or by colour but in the end just tries to squeeze them in anywhere, probably re-reads more old books than they read new books, only presents they want are books, may not finish books super quickly but loves them nonetheless
  • Ravenclaw: reads books at an alarming rate, can and will read on any form of transportation, wears glasses, instead of listening to music they’re actually listening to audio books, starts reading a good book but then gets distracted by another and completely forgets about the old one, usually critical of the protagonist.
  • Slytherin: attempts to read over 20 books at the same time, ships everything, loves it when they’re friends read a book that they recommend,they have to finish the whole series no matter what, gets defensive when someone doesn’t recognize them as a reader, wants to read all the books their friends have read so they can contribute their own opinions to discussions
Things I learnt today with the Voltron News

1) I don’t care
2) I don’t care in the least
3) Still not caring
4) Couldn’t care less
5) Pidge is Italian

How Do People NOT Multiship?

Seriously I don’t get it. Just looking at Voltron for example here, you’ve got

-Klance, your hate ship, that red and blue, the gay losers who pretend to hate each other but would be very upset if something happened to the other
–Sheith, with all its history and possibilities for angst and comfort
-Kidge, your dumb conspiracy theorists who have no idea what they’re doing in a relationship but they’re trying their best
-Heith, your cinnamon roll lovers
-Kallura, your space power couple and also the way to spite people just for fun
-Shance, your sweet little angel falling for space daddy and it could be unrequited if you like to suffer and I mean Lance called Shiro his fucking hero like can you not
-Pidgance, Punk and Hance, your friends to lovers ships
-Allurance, for crush nerds and could again be unrequited if you’re masochistic
-Shidge, with their adorable and lame support that makes me cry
-Shunk, which is just an even purer cinnamon roll ship
-Shallura, for all your space parent needs
-Pallura, because lesbians are beautiful
-Hallura, the team mom ship
-Shatt, more angst opportunities and the best name

And then there’s your poly ships

-Shklance, where Shiro’s the only sane one and keeping them alive
-Klunk, Kidgance and both at the same time, the purest of friends to lovers poly ships
-Shallurance, which is perfect for Lance angst if you like people feeling like an add on and less important when really they’re just as loved
-Shalluridge, which I can’t even describe how great it is
- Shalluratt, which I don’t actually ship but I get it

Then again maybe is just me I join a fandom and I either ship everything or don’t even ship the Canon there is no in between for me.

dear evan hansen or be more chill?

• bisexual guy
• striped shirt
• pining for a girl he can’t seem to talk to
• an event happens and it give him the opportunity to be known
• he gets the girl because of it
• main character leaves another character in the dust at one point
• there’s a gay stoner
• everyone ships gay stoner & bi guy together (more than the actual canon ship)
• everything is a bit messed up in the end but bi guy is Content

feel free to add more if i missed any!
How I watch animes

“Ooooh this anime looks interesting, lets watch it”

*binge watches it until I finish the whole thing*

“My soul feels empty.*

*Continues to go onto tumblr and look through anything and everything about the anime including ships*

*like 4 hours later* “ooooh this anime looks interesting, lets watch it.”

The cycle never stops….

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Friend:</b> You never sleep at night. You have the ability to read more than 50k words in one night. You ship everything that moves. You can see an entire season in a day. I know what you are.<p/><b>Me:</b> Say it. Out loud. Say it!<p/><b>Friend:</b> *whispers* ...a fangirl<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

anonymous asked:

so, um. if you have any particular feelings about labyrinth--specifically Sarah--uh, go wild.

WILD PEACHES  [AO3]

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The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast. She has to brush some glitter off the toaster—it withers and vanishes at the brush of her fingertips, and she stares at her hand for a long time. 

It mostly just looks like her hand. Even when she turns it over, and sees where she scraped her knuckles against the oubliette, where the shattered mirror cut the back of her wrist. It looks like she fell, or was playing in the street. That’s all.

The toast comes out burned, and Sarah stares at that too. Eventually, she slumps down against the cabinets and cries, wracking sobs that send her dad and Karen rushing into kitchen. They check her forehead for a fever, put their hands on her, and keep asking, “Are you okay? Sarah, please, tell us what’s wrong…”

Eventually, her dad drags her into his lap and cradles her against his chest, like he did when she was little. Her legs are too long to really fit anymore, but Sarah hugs him around the neck anyway. “It’ll be okay,” he says, keeps saying. “You’ll be okay.” And Sarah—doesn’t laugh, because she can’t, and doesn’t have the words to express what—how—

(None of her stories ever talked about this. What did Sir George do, the morning after he slayed the last dragon in England? Did Tam Lin eat breakfast, or did he sit there, shivering, wondering if his hands were different, having been claws and wings and scales?)

Afterwards, she leaves the burnt toast outside on the back porch. Not an offering. Maybe a reminder.

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It’s Didymus she sees the most often, mostly because he’s the one who invites himself rather than waiting for an invitation. He comes for tea, but even if there’s no tea—which there isn’t, usually—he comes to tell Sarah stories. She learns to love poetry because there’s no escaping it with him. (She won’t read Idylls of the King until Brit Lit in college, but she ends up scrawling a lot in the margins; Didymus’ telling of events had been much more interesting.)

Once, she falls asleep like that, her hands tucked behind her head with Didymus curled up and sleepily reciting from the crook of her elbow. “So tender was her voice, so fair her face—though I don’t think he was looking at her face, my lady, pardon me for saying so—”

Sarah buries her nose in his fur. Didymus always smells of rosewater, and a crispness she thinks is just…the Labyrinth. She falls asleep trying to place it.

She wakes up with a wild fox in her bed, animal-black eyes frightened and flat, teeth bared. The fox is whining, and she’s tempted to throw herself across the room, to get away from this wild thing and its teeth. It takes a monumental will to keep herself still and her breathing slow, even; like she’s still asleep and unafraid. 

It takes her longer to swallow, and start humming one of the songs he taught her—a knight’s round, he’d said. She’s shaky at first, but the fox’s ears flick forward. It cocks its head, and slowly, the teeth disappear behind its lips. 

She almost laughs when noses at her throat curiously, butting its head against her jaw like a cat might.

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