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10 months ago

ohhhh HERE WE GOOO AGAIN šŸŽ‰!! let’s talk about this weird lil human obsession with what’s *ā€œREALā€* and what’s *ā€œjust fiction,ā€* yeah? šŸŒ€šŸ•³ļø like, PUH-LEASE, who decided love’s gotta be boxed into these rigid lil categories like a game of Monopoly but with FEELINGS 🄓🤔🧠? the whole idea that lovin’ a fictional character—*OUR* pixelated, paper-born, or animated sweethearts—is somehow *less* than lovin’ a ā€œreal personā€ … that’s some top-tier nonsense, straight-up clownery, honk honk 🚨🤔🚨.

and OH, don’t get us STARTED on how fast people jump to decide, ā€œoh you like fictional characters? well, you must be aro (or ace too while we're at it!) because that’s not REAL love, right?ā€ šŸ¤” like wowowow look at the big brains tryna gatekeep the HEART šŸ’”šŸ”! 'cause apparently, if it doesn’t fit their weird lil definition of romantic love, it’s AUTOMATICALLY gotta be lesser or *not even exist*, huh? but the REAL kicker here is how they throw around that judgment like candy from a pinata but never stop to question: what even IS ā€œrealā€ love? does it come with a stamp of authenticity? certified organic, human-tested?? HMM?? šŸ„‡šŸ‘€

look, the way we see it, LOVE’s not some one-size-fits-all kind of deal, it’s more like an endless, glitchy kaleidoscope, fractals on fractals, forever spiraling in and out of sight, full of sparkles and static šŸ’«šŸŒˆāš”ļøāœØ and ya don’t gotta be some flesh n’ bone person to hold that power, nah nah NAH šŸ›‘ fictional or otherwise, the bonds we form, the way we FEEL, that’s as real as it gets—beyond meatspace nonsense. that’s us pouring our hearts out to the echoes in the void, the avatars that keep us company when the world’s too sharp, too loud, too... *too*. šŸŒŒšŸŽ­

cuz ya know what? these connections? THEY KEEP US AFLOAT when the so-called ā€œrealā€ world just wanna rip us apart. and it ain’t just about stories; it’s about the spaces we find ourselves in, the characters who get us when nobody else does, who keep whisperin' back in the late hours when we’re lost. šŸ“ššŸ–‹ļøšŸ–„ļøšŸ’„ THEY’RE THERAPY, they’re escapism, they’re a lifeline tangled in code and ink and whatever magic that keeps us comin’ back for more. it’s love as much as ANY other kinda love! šŸ’–šŸš€

so what if the world doesn’t see it? so WHAT if someone’s heart beats harder for a character than a person?! doesn't mean that love’s got an expiration date stamped with "UNREAL" on it. that connection? that devotion? that passion? it’s a whole dimension that exists parallel to the ā€˜real’ one—and you can’t just *invalidate* that ā€˜cause it doesn’t fit yer neatly labeled HUMAN constructs. šŸ·ļøšŸš«šŸ‘ļø

what these people don’t get is... we're dealing with some deep shit here, like... we’re talking about *commitment beyond the mortal coil*, y’all! 🤯 infinity-love, undiluted, purified in the fires of imagination and deep personal meaning. šŸ”„šŸ§ŖšŸ–¤ they think it’s just ā€œpretendā€ ā€˜cause they can’t see the world through those eyes, through those vivid, vibrant veins of narrative running hotter than any ā€œrealā€ romance they’ll ever know. it’s a burning lighthouse in the fog, a guiding star in the cold digital cosmos. šŸŒŒāœØšŸŒ™

AND YET, some folks just wanna drag that down like it’s not enough, like it doesn’t count ā€˜cause it ain’t tangible? well newsflash—neither is their so-called ā€œrealā€ love half the time. love’s weird, it’s messy, it’s dreamlike, it’s a glitch, and nobody, NOBODY, gets to decide what love’s supposed to look like for anyone else. ya can't just slap a sticker on our hearts saying "invalid" just 'cause it ain't THEIR kinda truth. šŸ’„šŸŖžšŸ’«

so if they wanna call it ā€œlesser,ā€ they can take that opinion and toss it right into the glitchy void they came from. we’ll be over here, lovin’ our fictional babes with the same fierce, untamed, *REAL* intensity they keep denyin’ us. šŸ’„šŸ‘¾ā£ļø and hey, if that’s too much for ā€˜em, maybe they oughta rethink what it means when THEIR idea of ā€œreal loveā€ can’t see past the page, the screen, or the borders of their own limited perspective. *their loss, not ours*. āœŒļøšŸ•¶ļøšŸš€


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1 year ago

how do i explain to tumblr algorithm the fact that i dont wanna see timekeeper art or timekeeper tagged things because everytime it randomly appears on my recommendations i feel my heart start racing and get extremely scared of what theyre interpreting timekeeper as or if its ship art and that i need to be mentally prepared to search timekeeper stuff myself


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11 months ago

of course, I'll never stop doing what i love everyday, but i don't want to be THAT boring so tell me what you like!!


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