my dad thinks the concept of shipping is hilarious. my parents are cool, they know about my online presence, it’s fine. dad doesn’t scroll my blog or anything, though–he’s usually too busy watching dubiously homoerotic pro wrestling clips or playing valheim–so his idea of shipping culture is bizarre
damn near every time I mention im working on a fic or piece of fanart, he gasps in hopeful anticipation and asks “tamatoa and heihei?!” and he always acts bitterly disappointed
no, dad. i’m not writing or drawing anything where a 50 foot crab and a literal chicken have any kind of relationship at all. you’ve been asking me to make this ship happen for almost nine years now and the answer has always been no. it’s a running gag, of course, but–why would you even think of that?! what kind of shit do you think happens on ao3?!
I have decided to make my dad’s vision a reality
behold
happy holidays. My dad is threatening to print this on a shirt
should i call my dad’s bluff and get this printed on a t shirt and give it to him for xmas
