does anyone else remember that episode of iCarly that tried to warn the audiences of how invasive shipping irl people can be. my memory is kinda fuzzy but sam, carly, and freddie went to their version of comic con and when they went to meet all their fans they were really unsettled to find out that the audience had been split into two sides of shippers, seddie and creddie shippers. the seddie shippers shipped sam and freddie, and the creddie shippers shipped carly and freddie. and they were all really aggressive and wouldn’t stop harassing them over the ships. they were overanalyzing everything the kids did to try and make it work for their ships, they were getting in ship wars with each other, and they blatantly ignored the kids asking them to stop it. carly even had a bf at the time but the shippers refused to acknowledge that, they even harassed her boyfriend bc he wasn’t freddie.
and it made sam, carly, and freddie really uncomfortable bc not only did they feel like their fanbase was divided but they also felt really weird about how the fans couldn’t just let them be friends with each other. and they were annoyed bc it felt like the fans were taking away their right to choose if any of them actually had romantic feelings for each other and instead made it feel forced, bc if i remember right sam and freddie were actually crushing on each other but they didn’t like being shipped like that bc it felt really invasive especially bc they weren’t even sure if they wanted to date yet/it made it feel like their romantic feelings weren’t even their own. and all three of them became wary of even behaving like friends at all because they didn’t wanna give the shippers anymore ammo. and it was rly upsetting for the kids bc they had just wanted to meet their fans, not get mixed up in the ship wars of wild people who didn’t even seem to really care about the kids rather than their ships of the kids.
lmao anyways like i said my memory is fuzzy, it aired when i was a kid myself so some details might be off, but i think we should all just remember that episode of iCarly. an episode from a fucking children’s show.
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hey gays use this website and tag the # of average thing you post in a day mine’s 6.5
i went through some of the tags and if you got a number above 50……. do your homework. i saw some ppl got 100+ and if thats the case for you message me so i can help you contact your local crisis center
Cats!!!! Hell yeah!!!!!!!!! Woohoo!!!!!!!! Fuck yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cats!!!!!!
no offense to me or anything but what the fuck am i actually doing
c3po:
psychologist: *diagnoses me with something*
me: so i have that? it’s canon?
imo one of the worst social phenomenons that social media has fostered is how someone will be like “i’m experiencing immense personal suffering” and people will be like “me” “lol mood”
me, smearing my lips in chapstick: I am the master of self care
not to be like uhhrhjugh technology scary and bad but social media has definitely to some extent messed up the way we perceive people and relationships its sad
you dont know somebody personally because you follow them on twitter. you arent best buds with somebody because youre mutuals with them on tumblr. you are not entitled to every bit of information from their life. its become mainstream to share a lot on social media but you still dont know them and the healthiness of pouring out your feelings for a couple likes on a site full of strangers, especially if youre young, is debatable. approaching interpersonal relationships in real life the same way you do online is especially worrisome and frankly it only sets you up for social disappointment
what if I wasn’t tired all the time imagine the possibilities
i’m real mixed up. i feel like my fingers are finally holding onto something, but i’m not sure what. it feels like a broken promise, or the sharp edge of a cliff. one moment i feel like i’ve got it, like my bones remember how to shape a form. then at night a ghost comes back to me. she asks me what i was before you. or what i was with you. and if this happiness is the cellophane before the break, like i just have to tug and it all comes down again. i’m covering myself with mud and calling it sunscreen. like i’m not digging my grave i’m just lying in the dirt. when the flood comes in i tell myself, hey, this is the new breathing. it’s kind of comforting. a warm suffocating. this is the new surviving.