Height gap romance except the shorter one is frequently depicted in situations where they are contextually taller. The taller one sitting while the shorter one looms over them. Both of them lying in bed with the taller one’s head pressed to the shorter one’s chest. The shorter one straddling the taller one’s lap and leaning down for a kiss. The taller one on their knees as the shorter one tilts their head up. Please, it makes me go feral
This isn’t commonly known but one of the rings of hell is actually being in a fandom wherein the popular bloggers have the worst opinions known to man that everyone else parrots
are you saying it’s normal to ship real actual people and not just characters?
idk, bud, what is “normal”? is it “normal” to write about the life and times of Antony and Cleopatra, as Willy “The Bard” Shakespeare did? how about making a critically-acclaimed biopic about a real woman who really walked this earth, speculating about the sex lives of actual humans, like 2018’s Colette (or indeed 1991’s Becoming Colette)? is that “normal”? or what if you write a screenplay about the real Jane Austen and her doomed love life (Becoming Jane, 2007)? or about Thomas Jefferson’s “sexual combustibility” (1776, 1972)? ooo, on the topic of the Founding Fathers, is Lin Manuel Miranda “normal” for writing raps about Alexander Hamilton boning down on another man’s wife (Hamilton, 2015)? or, if you’re more sympathetic to the other side of that conflict, where do you think The Crown (2016) falls on the scale of “normal”?
really, who among us is “normal”? how do we define “normal” in a media landscape absolutely bursting with the authorized, unauthorized, uncouth, and unabridged imagined lives of real people, living or dead? for that matter, how do you define “real” people? if you’re writing about a public figure whose entire persona is curated for you through tabloid magazines and film directors and editors and makeup artists and graphic designers and publicists, how “real” can this figure be said to be to you? if you’re writing about the completely made-up life of a movie star reimagined as a college student in your hometown falling in love with his costar who through a twist of fate has become his roommate, is this still a “real” person you are writing about? is this a “normal” pastime? is writing anything fictional, fantastic, or completely fabricated based on a sliver of the actual world a “normal” thing to do?
idk! but I do know that it’s fun! and that it mitigates the toil and drudgery of our brutish and short human lives to imagine our favorite hot celebrities having wild monkey sex, and that it hurts no one in the undertaking.