Don't call me: Shirley
•23 year old animation/sequential art student
•USAmerican by way of NY
•invested emotionally in cartoons!
•This is my whatever blog, wherein you will find whatever, like I just said, dang dude.
•This blog strives to be queerfriendly, bodyfriendly, just generally friendly, so if I ever screw up as far as that goes, please alert me to it and I'll do my best to not be such a jerk!
That weird moment when you go to talk about your personal feelings on your personal blog, but you don’t, because you don’t want to bore your followers???
friends turned lovers is literally my favorite trope - like, all other tropes can go home.
give me shared inside jokes that date back to wayyyyy before a first kiss was ever shared. give me living together with separate bedrooms until one of them gradually becomes unnecessary. give me confused reactions from people who already assumed the two of them were dating. give me arguments over what counts as an anniversary because should we start at the date we met or the date we became friends or the date we got over our stupid selves and finally started kissing?
give me stories that show the line between friends and lovers is a really, really thin one - that appreciating the friendship that two characters share doesn’t mean you can’t ship them really damn hard too. that you can keep all the awesome friends-being-assholes-to-each-other stuff and add on all the shippy stuff to get something extra special awesome.
give me all of that.
one of my favorite things about the rivals-to-lovers trope is when one of them, at the beginning of their relationship, grumbles about how much they hate the other person’s awful face and i sort of cackle to myself like, oh man. you’re going to have it so bad. it’s going to be so great. you are going to love the CRAP out of that awful face. you’ll be composing delicious, pining, sappy sonnets about it. i love it.
Watching sitcoms while I work and being angry about the finale of How I Met Your Mother all over again.