The Shipper’s Tipping Point (Full Moon Flu Special)

Why yes, I have the flu, glad you asked. And since I have been forced to leave the loving and dedicated care of the co-alpha, there is no one to stop me from indulging in some shameless feel-better activities. One of those – yup, you’ve guessed it again – is talking about shipping.

Disclaimer: Semi-spoilers for basically anything anywhere. No plot was harmed in the making of this post. Protected material belongs to the respective owners. Fun, flu and fandom purposes only.

It can be argued about what a shipper’s tipping point is. Is it the moment you first think of the ship? The moment your ship is first recognized in the original material, if you’re one of the lucky canon shippers (or semi-subtext shippers)?  The moment you fall for the ship, really, really hard? Or the moment when your ship’s sails spread themselves gloriously all over the place, when that private moment between characters explodes in the vast oceans of Netlandia and all of your patient waiting finally pays off?

For me, it’s a little bit of all of the above. And since the flu has some unexpected side-effects (like, being unable to really type due to over-the-top body temperature), for the Full Moon of February, please, enjoy just a few of my personal shipper tipping points.

"Olicity shippers will need lots of wine, for better or worse." Well, duh...

“Olicity shippers will need lots of wine, for better or worse.” Well, duh.

"Tom Hardy improvises, the internet goes wild."

“Tom Hardy improvises, the internet goes wild.”

Too bad no one ever tried making me plastique. Although, incredible wok vegetables rate pretty high, too...

Too bad no one ever tried making me plastique. Although, incredible wok vegetables rate pretty high, too…

Thank you for making the day for a very sick larper, oh-the-tv-show-which-only-pretends-to-be-teen...

Thank you for making the day for a very sick larper, oh-the-tv-show-that-only-pretends-to-be-YA…

Presented without unnecessarily comments, always.

Presented without unnecessary comments, always.

Aaah... *musical interlude* Aaah... *musical interlude* *sigh*

Aaah… *musical interlude* Aaah… *musical interlude* *sigh*

...because it will be a long season of trying to decide who not to ship with my current favourite agent.<3

…because it will be a long season of trying to decide who not to ship with my current favourite agent.<3

Thus I leave you at the mercy of your own showrunners/screenwriters/authors, while I go catch up on some reading for work – not really much more I can do at the moment, y’know.

May this Full Moon find you and all your ships well! Easy on the wine.