i cannot take this ship any longer

I just wanna say with all this hate going on. You are not homophobic or stupid or whatever for not shipping or no longer believing kaylor is a thing (even I don’t believe in it anymore). No one deserves hate over it. People wonder why sometime the kaylor fandom cannot be taken seriously and hating on people who don’t ship it doesn’t make you look any better. Half the time you wonder why Taylor won’t return to tumblr and this pointless drama is why. Take some time to grow the fuck up. And stop hating on people over a goddamn ship.

[SELLING] Yayoi Haru Set

$200HKD for all 6 items (around $25USD)
+ $20HKD shipping (around $3USD)

All brand new, just selling because I am in need of money (sobs) and jumped ships so I have a lot of extra Haru-san’s that I am letting go of…

Payments through Paypal with the ‘send money to ‘friends & family option’. Will be shipping from Hong Kong using regular airmail (does not come with tracking or insurance, but I have not yet experienced any problems with it so far). Takes roughly 2-3 weeks to arrive after shipping out. You may request for tracking, which will be $2USD on top of the current shipping price!

Please note that I cannot be responsible for any damages/loss once the package has been mailed out. Also, as I have had cases of people bailing out on orders, please be noted that I no longer do holds. I ask for your kind understanding.

Feel free to direct message (preferable) / inbox if you are interested or have any questions!

don’t get me wrong, I love Aruani but I can’t help but also see Beruani’s potential like did you see how Bertholdt got so mad when he heard Annie was being “tortured”?

and like what if in the future when Annie gets out of the crystal and she’s brought back to their warrior village the people there decide that they would have to kill her because she’s failed her mission and therefore cannot be any longer one of the warriors and then Bertholdt would step in to like protect her or he says that they can take him instead like imagine all the possibilites for this ship omg

Progressive Chelsie Shipping Chart: Series 1 through 6

This is an update of a little something I did after S4. I’ve redone it to include events from S5 and S6. This is exactly how the insanity began, friends, with a picture of a castle and a pooch’s rump. Read through this and see how close the description comes to your actual shipping experience. I imagine it’s been pretty similar for all of us.

Hmm. What’s this? A show called Downton Abbey? Oh, a doggie! Its little bum! How cute!

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That butler guy has a sexy voice. The housekeeper is really pretty.

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Oh, lookie here. She’s asking if he’s ever thought about marriage. Look at them LOOKING at each other. *shippy radar pinging loudly and quickly* Oh, this should be a thing.

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He’s jealous because that farmer proposed to her. (Of course, she said no!) Oh, I’m really feeling it now. This NEEDS to be a thing.

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Oh, no! He’s collapsed in the middle of dinner! She’s so worried, and see how she takes care of him! OMG, she’s in his BEDROOM! I ship it! I ship it!

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No, no, no! He can’t LEAVE! She’ll miss him. She will. Very much. And it costs her nothing to say it. And just LISTEN to how she says it!

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Phew, he never did leave. But now, he’s sick in bed again, and look who’s fussing over him once more! I ship it SO hard!

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CANCER! NOOOOOOO!!! She can’t. See how crushed he is, thinking he might lose her! But no, she’s ok. And he’s so relieved HE’S SINGING FOR HER! HE’S SINGING!!! I can’t breathe!

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Sniffle, sniffle, weep, sob. Lady Sybil died. She’s comforting him. She’s touching his arm. He’s covering her hand with his own! ACTUAL PHYSICAL CONTACT!!! I think I may fall over.

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These two! Honestly! While the kids are getting ready to go the fair, these hornballs are having eyesex right there at the servants’ table! Get a room!

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He’s angry, but she’s calming him down. She’s touching his chest! Quick! Fetch my smelling salts!

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Grigg! Alice! (She means nothing to him! Nothing, I tell you!) Crumpled letter. Wastebasket. Train station. Walking back together. Drinking sherry. Picture frame. And the looks! Just LOOK at the looks! I ship it so bad it hurts! Crying! Actual tears!

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FLIRTING?!?!?! Is Mr. Charles Carson actually flirting?

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HAAAAAAAAALP! THEY’RE AT THE BEACH TOGETHER! BAREFOOT! HOLDING HANDS!!! HE SAID “RISQUE”! Sweet Chelsie above, please have mercy on my poor shippy heart! ASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKL I can’t even take it. I can’t even … I can’t odd … I can’t … I cannot! I have lost my ability to can! Canning hath forsaken me. I can’t even can’t! There is no canning whatsoever to be had. Dead. Dead. Dead. As in, “not alive any more.” Like, “no longer living.” That is to say, “existing no more.”

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Charles Carson, you sly dog! Really? “Nobody has to know everything”? “I don’t like it when we’re not on the same side“?  "It puts us back in agreement”? "Get away with you!”? HE’S FLIRTING AGAIN, AND SHE’S FLUSTERED! I’M FLUSTERED! I’m an incoherent mess! Unable to English! Cannot word!

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“Invest in a property together”? “A business venture”? Are you kidding me? Investment, my eye! Business, my foot! Oh, help me! Something’s going to explode. My head? My eyeballs? My lungs? My heart? Everything? I can’t tell! It hurts so goooooood!

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They’re looking at houses!

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But no! She can’t go in on the deal with him. She’s crushed. He’s heartbroken. I’m beyond help.

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But wait! HE’S ACTUALLY PROPOSING!!! MARRIAGE!!! FOR REAL! He does want to be stuck with her, and he’s not marrying anyone else, and of course, she’ll marry him, and he’s AN OLD BOOBY! And he’s so happy he’s crying. And I’m crying. And we’re all crying! ARGLBARGL!!! Highly lordship! Æßñçęøîżšùłáå@&$#%€£¥*!? BARROW! Bring me my swooning sofa! On the double!

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Oh, no! She’s worried about certain “aspects” of marriage … concerned about his seeing her as she is now. How silly is that? We all know how much he adores her.

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See? He thinks she’s beautiful. And he loves her. And he’s happy and tickled and bursting with pride that she would agree to be his wife. He finally said the “L” word! He loves her! Oh, my gosh! We knew it all along, but I can’t believe he said all that! “And if she feels that she must … withdraw …”? Are you kidding me? Don’t even go there!  Do not! “Pat-a-cake friendship lie?” Damn straight! Friendship is part of it, yes, but this is Love with a capital “L.” It will be a real marriage. A true marriage. Living as closely as two people can. There will be nookie! Every night. And most mornings, too. Maybe even the occasional nooner in his pantry or her sitting room.  (I read about something like that in a fanfic once, maybe, I think.)

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But he thinks she’s had second thoughts. See how sad he is! Nine days’ wonder, my foot! Nine days? He’ll never “get over it.” But no, he misunderstands her. She hasn’t changed her mind at all. She was just worried that she might disappoint him – that she might not please him. But if he’s sure … And he’s never been so sure of anything! And if he wants her, he can have her – warts and all! (Why is she (mis?-)quoting Oliver Cromwell here? Never mind. I don’t care.)

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He’s leaning in … and he’s touching her shoulder and her neck and her face – oh, so gently … aaaaaand … they’re kissing! KissingKissingKISSING! For real! On the lips! Their lips … are … touchingTHEIR LIPS ARE TOUCHING!!! Their mouths are actually making contact! Wait!  Do I see some tongue? This is not a drill! It’s a real, honest-to goodness kiss! And it’s glorious! And now they’re hugging … cuddling … snuggling … just holding each other contentedly. And I’ll bet he’s whispering sweet nothings in her ear – how much he loves her and how beautiful she is. And just look at her contented, relieved smile! It’s everything we hoped for and dreamed of – but thought we’d never get!

But we did get it. And here it is. And I am going to re-watch this scene 936, 274, 875, 148, 516 times until my eyeballs fall out. I need to drink a cigarette … smoke a stiff drink. Wait. I don’t smoke … or drink. Doesn’t matter. I need to start. Oh, help!

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He’s going to walk with her to the home farm? A date! They’re “walking out”!

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The reception location? Pft. They’re disagreeing over that? It’s not important, and they’ll sort it, so I’m going to not going to worry too much. La-dee-da. Blissfully ignoring this nonsense.

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Oh, look! They’re arguing. See how in love they are! My babies love each other so much that they’re fighting. True love, I tell you. The quarreling only proves it. They’re so cute even when they’re disagreeing!

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See, here! Our babies are out an on another date! At the … um … well, at the livestock show. Along with everyone else. How terribly romantic. But I don’t care. They’re together, and they’re sweet.

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Finally! The reception location is settled. Charles Carson and Elsie Hughes! Just look at the way they’re looking at each other! In front of the family! Their love is on display for all to see.

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Do you see these adorable über-goobers?! Do you see them?! Do you see how endearing they are?! Old boobies! He just wants to see her one last time before the big event, to be alone with her for a few more minutes. They’re so nervous and excited that they hardly know what to do with themselves – how to stand or where to put their hands! Cuteness overload! This might be the most adorable thing ever! I ask you, have you ever seen such irresistible sweetness?

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And they’re getting married! The wedding! We get to see some of the vows and the giving of the ring! And now they’re officially hitched! Mr. and Mrs. Carson!  Mr. and Mrs. Charles and Elsie Carson! The Carsons*runs around the room like one of those out-of-control cartoon characters* They’re walking down the aisle, and she’s so giddy that she can barely contain her excitement, and he’s just beaming with pride! She’s biting her lip to hide her grin and to keep from shrieking with joy, and he’s strutting down the aisle like a peacock, chest puffed out, thinking, “Oh, yeah, baby!  I wifed her!” I cannot can! And a post-nuptial smooch! And he’s the happiest and luckiest of men! And she’s a woman of such grace and charm, and she’s entrusted her life’s happiness to him. It passeth all understanding. (Well, no, not really. We all understand perfectly.)

It’s happened. It’s really happened. They’re married. After five seasons and thirteen Downton years, they’re finally wed. (Why did no one listen to us from the very first episode? We called it in April of 1912! Why did it take until May of 1925 for everyone else to catch up?) And once again, I can muster no ability to can. My canning capacity is precisely zero. My can is completely empty. I have serious case of CAN’T. Maybe even full-blown CANNOT – or perhaps the most deadly strain: CANNOT EVEN*reminds self to breathe: “deep breaths, now”*

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They’re back from the honeymoon! I’m disappointed that we didn’t get to see any of it (they’ve been gone nearly the whole episode, and I’ve missed them so!), but they look so happy. Look at how happy they look! Ah, wedded bliss! I’m going to cry!

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Eek! Sofa snuggling! Couch cuddling! But they’re interrupted. Of course. Fie on thee, Barrow!

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But the honeymoon’s over. Cooking-gate! Stupid! Grrr! Grumble, grumble. Maybe I can just pretend it’s all a bad dream. Fast forward. Wait.  Rewind. She is pretty silly, flapping her wrist around; and he is kinda funny, bumbling around the kitchen; and she’s looking at him so lovingly … Ok, so there is that, at least …

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He’s a curmudgeon. But she’s not going off him, because he’s her curmudgeon, and that makes all the difference! She’s kissing him in the kitchen – in broad daylight and in plain view! And he likes it! He’s smiling! Smirking so smugly! He’s so pleased with himself for having done something right! (Though he probably has no idea what exactly he’s done to make her love him!) And don’t even try to tell me that these two don’t get up to all sorts of hanky-panky in their love nest.

Who would have thought? The butler and the housekeeper smooching downstairs in the middle of the workday! All my dreams have come true!

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Oh, no! His hand is shaking. But she’s his wife, and she loves him. He’s got to retire – or at least step back a bit. It will be a different life, but they can make a go of it. (I kinda wish they’d been allowed to choose to retire – together – instead of having retirement forced on them … or on him, at least. But whatever, Fellowes.) And they’re kissing again! Happy New Year, Charlie and Elsie! Happily ever after! Sigh. *puppy dog heart eyes*

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Right, then. Soooooo … Now, what? It’s over. All over. What will I do with my life now? I feel so empty inside. (Not even kidding here.)

*Special thanks to @brenna-louise for helping me track down particular scenes.*

chelsiefan71:

The chart above says, “A Better Pain Chart,” but I prefer to think of it as “The Progressive Chelsie Shipping Chart”.  See, here’s how it works.  You used to ba a normal person.  Then all of a sudden, you came across this show called Downton Abbey.  And then THIS happened:

(The numbers correspond with the chart above.)

0. Hmm. What’s this?  A show called Downton Abbey?

1. (As opening credits play) Oh, a doggie!  His little bum!  How cute!

2. That butler guy has a sexy voice.  The housekeeper is really pretty.


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3. Oh, lookie here.  She’s asking if he’s ever thought about marriage. Look at them LOOKING at each other.  Oh, this should be a thing.

4. He’s jealous because that farmer proposed to her.  (Of course, she said no!)  Oh, I’m really feeling it now.  This NEEDS to be a thing.

5. Oh, no! He’s collapsed in the middle of dinner!  She’s so worried, and see how she takes care of him!  OMG, she’s in his BEDROOM!    I ship it!  I ship it!

6. No, no, no!  He can’t LEAVE!  She’ll miss him.  She will.  Very much.  And it costs her nothing to say it.  And just LISTEN to how she says it!

7. Phew, he never did leave.  But now, he’s sick in bed again, and look who’s fussing over him once more!  I ship it SO hard!

8. CANCER! NOOOOOOO!!!  She can’t.  See how crushed he is, thinking he might lose her!  But no, she’s ok.  And he’s so relieved HE’S SINGING FOR HER!  HE’S SINGING!!!  I can’t breathe!

9. Sniffle, sniffle, weep, sob.  Lady Sybil died.  She’s comforting him.  She’s touching his arm.  He’s covering her hand with his own!  ACTUAL PHYSICAL CONTACT!!!  I think I may fall over.

10. These two!  Honestly!  While the kids are getting ready to go the fair, these hornballs are having eyesex right there at the servants’ table!  Get a room!

 

11. Grigg!  Alice!  (She means nothing to him!  Nothing, I tell you!)  Crumpled letter.  Wastebasket.  Train station.  Walking back together.  Drinking sherry.  Picture frame.  And the looks!  Just LOOK at the looks!  I ship it so bad it hurts!  Crying!  Actual tears!

And finally …

Too Serious For Numbers:  THEY’RE AT THE BEACH TOGETHER!  BAREFOOT!  HOLDING HANDS!!!  HE SAID, “RISQUE”!  Sweet Chelsie above, please have mercy on my poor shippy heart!ASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKL  I can’t even take it.  I can’t even …  I can’t … I cannot!  I have lost my ability to can!  Canning hath forsaken me.  I can’t even can’t!  Dead.  Dead.  Dead.  As in, “not alive any more.”  Like, “no longer living.”  That is to say, “existing no more.”

And that, Friends, is how the insanity started.  It’s almost funny … only it’s not!  It’s all fun and games until someone loses a heart (and a mind).  I speak the truth.  You can’t tell me you weren’t thinking all the exact same things!

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Re-opening my commissions! This time I’m only doing watercolor pieces, as I am rather in need of money at the moment. I’m sure that most of you are familiar with this process but I’ll lay it all out anyway.

Prices:
Watercolor bust/partial - $22.00
Watercolor full body - $26.00

Rules:
1. Paypal only!
2. Payment must be made upfront.
3. Prices are set, no haggling. I spend a good deal of time and supplies on my pieces, please respect that.
4. There is a two character minimum per piece, each character added to your piece will be an additional $2.00
5. If you want me to draw an OC, you must have some sort of reference image for me to look at. Simply describing your character’s appearance will not work.
6. Be patient. Like I mentioned before, painting these will take time. Please don’t rush me or message me the day after purchase to ask if it’s done yet. It should not take longer than three to four days, depending on when I start it, as I may have multiple slots lined up (you will be notified when I begin your piece, and when it is finished) and in the case that I cannot complete your piece, you will be refunded.
7. I have the right the refuse any piece, under the grounds of it being something that I am not comfortable with (non-con, pedophilia, etc.)
8. You may choose how you would like to receive your piece; whether it’s being posted on here, being emailed to you, or even shipped (this option must be discussed with me however)

Aaand I think that’s about it? I hope that these stipulations aren’t too jarring, but I’m quite serious about my commission work, as I don’t do them just for the heck of it.

If there are any remaining questions, please feel free to ask me!! 🌟

I think it can absolutely be said...

Not only Bethylers and Team Delusional/Defiance believers (or whatever team we affiliate ourselves with by name), but ALL fans and followers of ‘The W@lking Dead’ could very well likely be the most abused fans and followers in any TV show fandom and niche fandoms thereof EVER. And not only are we sadistically abused AND mercilessly teased and taunted by Gimple and Co., but SOME people who make up the opposing groups of shippers and said niche fandoms of TWD even abuse, CRUELLY tease and taunt, and yes… even outright FIGHT and THREATEN those with differing beliefs, opinions, and respective affections. As the second half of season six has unfolded, I continue to be baffled, saddened, tortured, and yes… even SHOCKED by so many violent, discouraging, and disappointing plot twists and story turns. And now my friends, here we are on the verge of what I have been hearing is possibly the most dreaded and brutally jarring season finale in the history of season finales of not only this TV show, but ANY TV SHOW(!?!), and all I can do is meekly think…

How much more can I take??? How much longer can I wait for the hopeful return of a much beloved and painfully missed character??? Why am I so emotionally invested in this show??? How much longer before I lose my effing mind?!?

And it certainly does not help that I am surrounded by close friends and family members who cannot comprehend or understand my obsession with this show and my specific ship being realized when a certain half of that ship finally returns in so much cathartic glory. Well, at least my mom is somewhat compassionate… although she can’t stand it when I use the word “ship” in relation to Beth and Daryl. She is a purist when it comes to the English language and thinks such modern cutesy slang is childish and bizarre. She actually gets downright disdainful. Which is actually amusing for me. But since she IS my mother who has the tact to never tease me about any of it (unlike my husband… he’s lucky I love him and that he’s so humorous in his tone about it. Well, most of the time anyway!), like I said, DOES actually show and demonstrate compassion towards me–her afflicted daughter–and one day she earnestly asked me with much concern in her voice:

“Are you going to be okay if Bethyl [and I truly appreciated her even using the ship name here… she has only recently become comfortable with addressing it as such although she still detests the “ship” term] does not happen?“

In response, I put on a brave face and even assumed a nonchalant tone of voice and said, “No, of course not!”
(And I think I may have even capped that statement with a rueful chuckle.)

But when she said that, I died a little bit inside. No… I don’t think I would be “okay.” I would be devastated.

“It’s just a TV show, it’s just a TV show, it’s just a TV show…” I keep saying to myself in the back of my head time and time again. I should not let myself be so utterly consumed with it along with a turn of events that I long for so desperately… especially with all of the more weighty responsibilities in my REAL life.

But my heart is ruthlessly and relentlessly ruling over my brain here. Damn you, heart.

So here I am… telling myself I WILL be “okay”… despite whatever happens… whatever this feared cliffhanger outcome will be. I will continue to wrap myself up in a cloak of positivity… with even a tinge of blind denial. Because that’s the only way I can cope with what has become a dire situation at this point. And for any of you who think I’m being overly dramatic about all of this, I respect your opinion, however I will continue to trudge forward with the hope that those who determine the course of this show’s storyline and characters are mercifully well aware that this ever-increasing descent into the dark and so much despair needs to also be tempered with occasional and larger glimmers of light and an eventual ray of hope and resolution for so many of us who want it… no… NEED it for our emotional and spiritual well being. Hey… we’re only human after all. Reluctantly masochistic humans, but sensitive humans nonetheless. There’s only so much pummeling we can take.

Someone in an ongoing private Instagram group message thread I’m in said that after this season is over, there will be many of us who will need a lot of therapy. LOL! I’m beginning to think this is a very astute prediction.

So whatever consequences this season finale ultimately holds, let us fans all figuratively hold hands and be each other’s loving support system (because that’s what victims of abuse typically do) throughout any uncertainty and the painfully long hiatus until season seven begins. And let’s continue to keep the faith for something good–whether large or small–to finally reveal itself.

With much love,
Your comrade in arms,
Doe Q. 💖

anonymous asked:

why don't you ship Stelena anymore? I thought they were your otp

Okay let me take the time to explain this because I don’t want people to think I’m a traitor or something to the Stelena fandom. 

I still love Stelena and by all accounts they are my otp. But the stelena that is my otp is the stelena of the past…  basically stelena seasons 1-3. Because what stelena has become, what Elena has become is no longer shippable to me. Elena has become a selfish character, a character without morals or logic or reasoning and I cannot and will not ship that with Stefan any longer. For all it’s worth, Stefan Salvatore also has his own flaws but it worked with those two together because they were both flawed individuals. Stefan was the brooding brother trying to find forgiveness for all the suffering he had caused (he was remorseful for his wrongdoings unlike damon cough cough) and Elena was the sad teenager that lost her family and was just trying to find happiness, trying to find the thing that made her want to live. And together they fell in love and found that happiness that they were both searching for. They loved each other despite all their flaws and they forgave each other for all of their wrongdoings. They had a healthy, beautiful relationship and no one can tell me any differently. HOWEVER, then this whole mess with Damon and the sirebond happened and things changed for me. Because Elena became a completely different character, a character with no regard for her family (I mean Damon has killed or tried to kill her own brother SEVERAL times, yet she still allows him into her bed), no regard for her friends (basically the same thing; she became more concerned with Damon and her dependency on their relationship than she did with the wellbeing of her best friends), and no regard for Stefan’s feelings in general. Besides the fact that Elena got with Stefan’s brother, a brother that she knew Stefan had jealously issues with int he past nonetheless (Katherine Pierce, anyone?), she has just become selfish about the whole ordeal. I’m sorry but you can’t just screw your ex-boyfriend’s brother, an ex-boyfriend that is still madly in love with you by the way, and then still demand that he be deeply in love with you and only show affection for you. Elena constantly became jealous of Stefan’s feelings for other girls (caroline, rebekah, etc.) and hurt when he didn’t seem to take the same interest in her that he always had before…yet she was still hurting him over and over by being with his brother and rubbing that relationship in his face. Stefan had to leave his own house during season 4 for God’s sake because Delena was too heavily involved and he didn’t feel comfortable watching the girl he loved, the girl that promised him a forever a mere 8 episodes prior, with his own brother. And this new promo just reaffirms all of the negativity that I’m feeling toward Stelena because after all of this, after all that Elena has put Stefan through and demanded that he feel for her, she still believes that Stefan should be there for her to give her hope. And that is selfish and that is wrong and THAT is why I cannot ship Stelena anymore. Not just because what Elena did with Damon is unforgivable, not just because other people have the potential to make Stefan the happiest he’s been in a long time without all of the pain that Elena caused, not just because Elena has become a selfish, unlikable character these past 2 seasons, but because Stelena has turned into an “All Take and No Give” relationship. Elena is always demanding Stefan be there for her, always believing that she deserves his undying love no matter what, but she’s unwilling to offer him the same in return; I still believe that “epic love” exists for both Stefan and Elena on some level but to even think that they could go back to being a couple and ignore all of the pain and hardship Elena (and even Stefan at times) have caused is absurd. I would rather Stefan end up with someone that makes him happy (because despite what you may say about the younger Salvatore, he deserves just a bit of happiness every now and again). And so I’ll enjoy rewatching old scenes of Stelena and reliving their beautiful love story, and I’ll keep pretending like the last 2 seasons didn’t happen, and I’ll look forward to seeing Stefan hopefully move on and find happiness with someone new. But I will not and cannot ship a future Stelena relationship-not anymore. 

This is an update of a little something I did after S4.  I’ve redone it to include events from S5.  I’m sure S6 will be off the charts.  This is exactly how the insanity begins, friends, with a picture of a castle and a pooch’s rump.  Read through this and see how close the description comes to your actual shipping experience.  I’d imagine it’s been pretty similar for all of us.

Hmm.  What’s this?  A show called Downton Abbey?


Oh, a doggie!  Its little bum!  How cute!


That butler guy has a sexy voice.  The housekeeper is really pretty.


Oh, lookie here.  She’s asking if he’s ever thought about marriage.  Look at them LOOKING at each other.  *shippy radar pinging loudly and quickly* Oh, this should be a thing.


He’s jealous because that farmer proposed to her.  (Of course, she said no!)  Oh, I’m really feeling it now.  This NEEDS to be a thing.


Oh, no! He’s collapsed in the middle of dinner!  She’s so worried, and see how she takes care of him!  OMG, she’s in his BEDROOM!    I ship it!  I ship it!


No, no, no!  He can’t LEAVE!  She’ll miss him.  She will.  Very much.  And it costs her nothing to say it.  And just LISTEN to how she says it!


Phew, he never did leave.  But now, he’s sick in bed again, and look who’s fussing over him once more!  I ship it SO hard!


CANCER! NOOOOOOO!!!  She can’t.  See how crushed he is, thinking he might lose her!  But no, she’s ok.  And he’s so relieved HE’S SINGING FOR HER!  HE’S SINGING!!!  I can’t breathe!


Sniffle, sniffle, weep, sob.  Lady Sybil died.  She’s comforting him.  She’s touching his arm.  He’s covering her hand with his own!  ACTUAL PHYSICAL CONTACT!!!  I think I may fall over.


These two!  Honestly!  While the kids are getting ready to go the fair, these hornballs are having eyesex right there at the servants’ table!  Get a room!


He’s angry, but she’s calming him down.  She’s touching his chest!  Quick!  Fetch my smelling salts!


Grigg!  Alice!  (She means nothing to him!  Nothing, I tell you!)  Crumpled letter.  Wastebasket.  Train station.  Walking back together.  Drinking sherry.  Picture frame.  And the looks!  Just LOOK at the looks!  I ship it so bad it hurts!  Crying!  Actual tears!


FLIRTING?!?!?!  Is Mr. Charles Carson actually flirting?  HAAAAAAAAALP!


THEY’RE AT THE BEACH TOGETHER!  BAREFOOT!  HOLDING HANDS!!!  HE SAID, “RISQUE”!  Sweet Chelsie above, please have mercy on my poor shippy heart!  ASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKL  I can’t even take it.  I can’t even …  I can’t odd …  I can’t … I cannot!  I have lost my ability to can!  Canning hath forsaken me.  I can’t even can’t!  There is no canning whatsoever to be had.  Dead.  Dead.  Dead.  As in, “not alive any more.”  Like, “no longer living.”  That is to say, “existing no more.”


“Nobody needs to know everything!”?  “Get away with you!”?

HE’S FLIRTING AGAIN, AND SHE’S FLUSTERED!  I’M FLUSTERED!  I’m an incoherent mess! Unable to English! Cannot words!


“Invest in a property together?” Are you kidding me? “A business venture?” Oh, help me! Something’s going to explode. My head? My eyeballs? My lungs? My heart? Everything? I can’t tell! It hurts so goooooood!


They’re looking at houses!


But no!  She can’t go in on the deal with him. She’s crushed.  He’s heartbroken.  I’m beyond help.


But wait!  HE’S ACTUALLY PROPOSING!!!  MARRIAGE!!!  FOR REAL!  He does want to be stuck with her, and he’s not marrying anyone else, and of course, she’ll marry him, and he’s AN OLD BOOBY!  And he’s so happy he’s crying.  And I’m crying.  And we’re all crying!

ARGLBARGL!!! Highly lordship! Æßñçęøîżšùłáå@&$#%€£¥*!?

BARROW!  Bring me my swooning sofa!  On the double!

“Hello?  911?  Yes, this is chelsie fan.  I’d like to reserve an ambulance and book an ER bed for Sunday, September 20th…  No, I do not have an emergency right now, but I’m going to have one soon…  What do you mean, ‘That’s not the way it works’?”

And that, friends, is how it all began.  And how it continued.  And how it intensified.  And how it will end.  So get your affairs in order before Sunday.

Love to all -

chelsie fan