Room 509, Thursday afternoon
Feb. 10th, 2011 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Probably to absolutely no one's surprise, Raven had amassed herself a small army of love monkeys, which were now snuggled up with her on her bed as she used her laptop to catch up on Rumor Gal episodes and gossip and speculation. Priorities, people. Priorities.
She wrinkled her nose at the comments on one blog post and glanced down at the love monkey that had claimed her lap. "I do very much prefer it when Charlie and Claire are together," she told it, "for I think they are truly meant for each other, but I do not understand how heated these 'shipping wars' get. It seems so unpleasant and unhealthy to invest so much anger and energy in the lives and relationships of fictional people."
The love monkey squeaked in agreement. Or maybe it was just asking for another hug. Or maybe it was secretly a Claire/David shipper and just didn't want to start an argument.
[Door and post are open. Beware of love monkeys!]
She wrinkled her nose at the comments on one blog post and glanced down at the love monkey that had claimed her lap. "I do very much prefer it when Charlie and Claire are together," she told it, "for I think they are truly meant for each other, but I do not understand how heated these 'shipping wars' get. It seems so unpleasant and unhealthy to invest so much anger and energy in the lives and relationships of fictional people."
The love monkey squeaked in agreement. Or maybe it was just asking for another hug. Or maybe it was secretly a Claire/David shipper and just didn't want to start an argument.
[Door and post are open. Beware of love monkeys!]
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Date: 2011-02-11 02:37 am (UTC)Because seriously.
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Date: 2011-02-11 04:37 pm (UTC)"Well," she said instead, plopping her hands down on the bed beside her to help her to her feet, "I've got to get going again. Thursdays are always pretty busy, anyway, and I've got to decide on a dress for tomorrow, anyway."