You stan a single kpop group? It makes you happy? Alright then, you’re not forced to like more groups and you won’t be called a fake kpopper. You stan a lot of groups? They all make you happy? It’s great then, continue supporting all of them equally. You like a ship? It makes you happy? Then ship it how much you want, and don’t listen to the non shippers. Everything’s okay as long as it makes you happy.
I remember this one time where two of my guy friends were sitting next to each other as always and when we received our scored test papers, one of them laughed at the other’s score and the argument they had was amazing
Person B: HOW COULD YOU?? HOW COULD YOU LAUGH AT ME WHEN I’M AT MY WORST??
Person A: Your score is so stupid haha what the hell—
Person B: THAT’S IT!! WE’RE THROUGH!
Person A: No— wait! Please, forgive me! I can change!
Person B: IT’S TOO LATE FOR THAT! YOU HAVE RIDICULED ME FAR ENOUGH! I AM FILING A DIVORCE!!
Person A: But— But what about our baby?!
Person B: I’M TAKING THE BABY WITH ME! HE DOESN’T DESERVE TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF FATHER HE HAS!
Person A: No!! Please, I love you!
Person C: What the fuck bro he just laughed at your test score how did you even turn that into something out of a drama jfc
Shipping is basically standing in the middle of a moving roundabout because at first you thought it would be funny to jump on and enjoy the ride but now it’s been five minutes, the world is spinning, your vision is blurry, you can taste sounds and there’s nothing to be done except accept the fall into the lifeless black void
You know what makes me want to cry? Draco Malfoy in sixth year. Remember you had to sit by yourself at school for a minute, or listen to your parents argue while you sat upstairs hugging you knees? Now imagine your weren’t sat for a minute, but a whole year, and you knew it wasn’t going to change. Imagine your parents arguing, not over who did the dishes our why they’re late home, but over a sociopathic murderer who you’re sharing your house with. Imagine having to kill your teacher. I can’t even try to imagine that but what I can imagine is how lonely he was and and I’m crying again.