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╲ gordonramsei’s gif edit .atn !
hello buddies , i have finally created an action from scratch that i’m super proud of . i created this for the purpose of using on popularized aesthetic gif edits of fcs . there is no psd over this gif so u can really see the impact of the actions . there are several versions in the folder to fit different aesthetics . don’t claim as ur own but u don’t need to blatantly credit me . this is also my first action so if something is wonky , lmk and i will re upload it with a fix .
click the source to be directed to the mediafire dl . please help spread my content by giving this a reblog and a like if u are using / enjoy !
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i think i'm opening commissions again bc i am stupid af 😔 let me know if you are interested bc i don't know if anyone wants a commission from me
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I was in line at Aldi and this girl with two toddlers in front of me had her card declined and she looked so fucking sad and said “let me call my husband real quick” and it was only 18 dollars, so I just paid for it, and she was very sweet and then as she walked off, the lady behind me said `”You know that was probably a scam, right?” and like, even if it was, like what a sad fucking scam, right? 18 dollars at the Aldi. If you’re “scamming” me for some Tyson chicken and apple juice and cauliflower, then just take my fucking money.
“A scam” people are fucking wild.
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What's "Roadside Oddities"?
No one asked, but I'm going to explain it anyway.
Roadside Oddities (RO for short) is a project I've been thinking about for a while. I'll make a post about the characters later this week, but for now, I'll talk a little about the MacGuffin of the story.
Roadside Oddities is a site and a Podcast owned by the main character of the story, Alika. They keep track of his mystery-seeking adventures on the road, but in very different ways.
Roadside Oddities is a site and a Podcast owned by the main character of the story, Alika. They keep track of his mystery seeking adventures on the road even if in different ways.
The site is an occult-enthusiast guide. Heavly inspired by Atlas Obscura. It's Alika's main source of income as he often collab with local small businesses to advertise odd courses or promote tourism in usually forgotten cities on the map.
He's also writing a book about the most extraordinary places on the East Coast, but God knows when it'll see the light of day.
A podcast about the world's most strange, mysterious, and wondrous places. Alika Diamandis crosses the United States by road since 2020 and is still creating the definitive occult-enthusiast guide on his homonymous website. Here, you'll face unbelievable events and meet fascinating people. You'll hear about mysterious lights in the night sky, wendingos, and small towns' unsolved cases.
On the other side, Alika's podcast sounds almost like fiction. His listeners often debate whether the stories in it are real or not. Alika never gave them a straight answer on the topic.
The podcast follows uncanny adventures that never made it to the site and are always narrated by Alika in first person. Rarely he adds some recordings from the people involved, but even here, listeners are not sure they are legit recordings or someone reading a script.
With some delightful, eerie, and supernatural vibes, Roadside Oddities will keep you with your headphone on from the first minute to the last.
The podcast follows adventures so uncanny they never made it to the site and are always narrated by Alika in first person. Rarely he adds some recording from the people involved but even here listeneres are not sure they are legit recordings or someone reading a script.
With some delightful uncanny and supernatural vibes, Roadside Oddities will keep you with your headphone on from the first minute to the last.
Last but not least, Alika has IG/TikTok and sometimes goes live while exploring.
I'll try my best to implement all the most interesting aspects in my gameplay and to post more or less regularly!
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site template: @dayslily
tiktok template: @gloomfishish
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Mischaracterization in fics is annoying and can sometimes make me be like “he would not say that” EXCEPT when I do it. he would say that because I am holding him at gunpoint to do so
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The story I am telling you could be fictional or actual events. I won't impose a personal view on those who will find themselves listening to it, and I will narrate it with the appropriate filters, albeit taking the liberty of not telling you when and how I'll use them.
For those who are listening to this podcast for the first time: my name is Alika Diamandis. For the past two years, I have been traveling around the United States following the wave of urban legends. My latest research has taken me all the way to StrangerVille. A charming town where citizens are slowly losing their minds. Local news reports are talking about polluted water and a micro pandemic coming from horses. Could this really be the case? As always, nothing will stop me from finding out.
In just one month, ten people lost control. No medication had had any effect. Somewhat problematic given that the symptoms everyone indiscriminately had experienced up to that point was characterized by bursts of blind violence and muteness. The local police always intervened promptly but not enough to prevent photos and whispers among the citizens.
Chatting with the person behind the Instagram post, they assured me several times that the news reports were covering up everything. Words that had the flavor of conspiracy but which, for some reason, I decided not to ignore.
The "pandemic" made it incredibly cumbersome to be able to set foot in the city. At the entrance, I had to present a certificate with all my vaccines and sign a very annoying sheet full of stipulations in which, in case of illness, I would have to accept hospitalization. Bureaucratic idiocies to season media idiocies. Having passed this initial hurdle, I cannot say my first day in Strangerville was kissed by lady luck. Not that I expected otherwise given the situation.
Arriving at my new temporary home, a downtown motel visible all the way to Mars thanks to the gargantuan neon flamingos on the roof, I took a few hours to rest from the journey to StrangerVille.
The very moment I left the room, was also the moment I slammed my face against the reality of the city. Right in front of my door, lit by the early morning light, was a motionless young woman. The smile she gave me was distorted and painful to look at, her eyes wide and lifeless.
"G-good morning."
Over the years, I had been confronted with the most unusual oddities, but I must admit that this was one of those times when my blood froze. Oppressive and dangerous vibrations were coming from the woman. Rarely has my sixth sense gone on alert so suddenly and so vehemently.
Even more disturbing, no response came from the woman. She stood watching me like I didn't talk; I wasn't even sure she was breathing.
"I'm- Uhm… I'm going. Okay?" I said in a feeble, deliberately soft voice, closing the door behind me. I tried to walk around her to leave, but in the time of a blink, I felt my wrist clenched between five icy fingers that were definitely stronger than I would have expected.
"e҉҉m҉҉b҉҉r҉҉a҉҉c҉҉e҉҉ ҉҉h҉҉e҉҉r҉҉ ҉҉b҉҉e҉҉a҉҉u҉҉t҉҉y҉҉." Her voice was distant and atonal. Terrifying.
"Maybe another time, how about that? Now I'm really, really in a hurry you know…" As useless as I supposed speaking was, I still tried to slip away with words. The grip on her wrist was so firm that I thought I would have to dislodge her fingers to free me.
However, luck decided to assist me. For no reason at all, the woman let me go. She did not stop staring at me, and her presence became so oppressive that it made me nauseous, but she left me time to run down the fire escape and head to the historic part of town.
My first stop was the Strangerville Information Center. Over time I learned that the smaller the town, the more accurate the information available about its history. It is easier to find an article dating back to the 1920s in a small town than in Los Angeles.
Getting myself a library card was relatively easy, and the woman at the counter proved to be incredibly polite despite my out-of-town appearance. A lady in her 40s more than happy to see how "not all young people rely on the Internet for their research".
I deliberately avoided saying that this research is to construct a case to be featured on my internet podcast, but I think it is one of those cases where it can be called a white omission.
After several hours of sifting through old newspaper articles, I discovered that one of the possible leads was much more recent than I could have imagined.
The Military arrives in StrangerVille! Residents rejoice as a new base opens after the one near the crater was suddenly shut down. The City Council welcomes the opportunity of new jobs for the struggling town.
Before looking for new leads, it was time for me to chat with Strangerville residents about the sudden closure of the old military base. This could be a blunder, but my sixth sense dictates that I give this sinister turn of events a chance.
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Essentially, his character summary
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you’re just mad that my presence is haunting and offputting and yours isn’t
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With full and heavy hearts, we want to share with you all that Shatzi Weisberger, The People's Bubbie, 92-year-old antizionist Jew, lesbian, abolitionist, nurse, and lifelong organizer died last night.
We love you so much, Shatzi. We'll keep fighting like hell in your honor. ❤️
(via peoplesbubbie on twitter)
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