Whoa! Hold your horses there, cowboy!
Listen: there is a HUGE difference between shipping something and believing that it’s real.
Shipping is perfectly okay. Shipping is fun! That’s what it’s all about. You indulge yourself in manips and fanfiction and AUs. Shipping is the best! But the fun of shipping is thrown out the window once someone starts to tinhat.
My problem with people believing that Larry is legitimate (crossing the border of what is okay; straying away from shipping into tinhatting) is that it is completely inappropriate and, quite frankly, rude.
You call these people your idols yet you don’t trust them enough to believe what they say? You make up theories and rumors just to make your ship real, despite what they say? Some go to the extremes and harrass their family, friends, and anyone associated with them.
THAT’S what I have a problem with. And, I’m sorry, but you’re wrong. You do not have a right to believe in Paul/Gemma; you have a right to ship it. Ships are not religions; they are not life paths. These are HUMAN BEINGS you are messing with. You are not entitled to say who you think they are and proceed to insist they aren’t who they say they are. That is RUDE and VILE.
I have no problems with shippers; I have problems with tinhatters.
How about you, PAL, get over your self-entitlement and stop trying to insist that assuming someone sexuality is opposite to what they say is perfectly okay?
SO I ACTUALLY DID THIS A FEW MONTHS AGO AND I DIDNT EVEN THINK THEY LOOKED AT THIS SORT OF THING SO BY THE TIME THE DELIVERY MAN CAME I HAD FORGOTTEN THAT I WROTE THAT AND THE GUY WAS REALLY CUTE. WHEN I OPENED THE DOOR HE WAS SUPER FLUSTERED AND DROPPED HIS PEN, THE BAG HOLDING THE PIZZA AND THE RECEIPTS. THEN after i signed the receipt and he was getting ready to leAVEEEE HE GOES “So… umm… did you actually put that?” and i was like “put what?” and he goes “… to.. um… tell you.. um that you’re pretty” omg it hit me that this was why he was all nervous and i started cracking up omfg then he told me that i was pretty.
i did this once but when the guy came to the door I sent my friend Martin to get the pizza and I heard muffled laughter and then Martin came back into the room with the pizza and whispered “he told me I was pretty”