#ramble again

[ask-olive-huchers]

((Ok, hang on hang on. Ik the small world group had ramshackle OCs (duh) but then, that got me thinking. Zeddzyi also has pine point..so….))

((anyone got any pine point oc’s? BECAUSE IM SURE AS HELL GONNA MAYBE TRY AND MAKE ONE FOR FUN-))

[keanu-reeves]

i think i finally had a breakthrough thought today on why most hardcore taylor swift fans i know react so violently and over the top aggressively to any ideation of “i don’t like her music” or “i understand why it’s so popular but i think it’s critically overrated.”

because f.ex. i am pretty insane and parasocial about the band ghost on the same level or worse probably as most of the swifites i’ve encountered irl 💀 but if someone says they don’t like ghost’s music, i get it. the voice is nasal, the lyrics can be silly and sexual and the music to the general radio/charts listener is quite heavy yet not heavy enough for many a diehard metalhead.

so!!! i think the key here is the type of parasocial relationship that is happening for swifties. in my obsvervation all the really intense swifites identify a lot with TS. it’s not an aspirational “i want to be her” it’s a literal “she is me.” which is also helped by her constant narratives of self victimization and being the underdog. so every single slight or dismissal that is said about TS is taken as a personal insult. an offense to the swiftie themselves. does that make sense??

while the general assumption about parasocial relationships are most often of a sexual nature (do i want to **** papa emeritus iv? uhhhhhhhh ok yes i do. but also that’s why i don’t care if someone says he looks bad, obv attraction is 100% subjective), but that’s not the case with TS, it’s of a she is me nature lmao. there’s probably papers out there on different parasocial relationship types and how they manifest but! that thought has helped me a lot as a TS disliker who keeps giving her songs a chance and then has to report back to friends with “sorry no i didn’t like it i don’t think it’s good :(“

[meera000]

Just because i can

(Cookie Mueller, Saint Etienne, sotce)

Thinking about leaving and running away and that sort of thing. not thinking about doing it but rather just it in general. the wave i was on last summer. i like where i am right now but im getting another itch to see something new.

cookie mueller's book is making me long for adventure but within the bounds of my life. on-brand adventure, does that make sense? i love my life, but i want to try a couple things. my life isn't wild, i don't end up in wild situations, nor do i really have the energy for that. but i think about my time in stockholm last summer and how i am now friends with a model that i met on tinder whose floor i slept on when i came back in the winter. i think about my friend who upped and moved to berlin after graduating, knowing only a person they met on hinge and were in love with, who i miss dearly and want to visit when i have the means. (during my 2 week return to boston between sthlm and la we both gushed about how we had fallen in loveee. things are different now though.) they always inspired me even when they were at school in providence because of how eventful and thus fun their life was. when i would go to stay with them for a couple nights i would embrace it fully. wake up get breakfast go for a walk stop by the flea eat lunch go to pole class come home and shower sit down get ready have some dinner go out come home sleep. repeat with a few tweaks

the other day hayden and i got ice cream and i told them that i felt like i had lived many lives in that one day. they said they love days like that. and i agree! i love packing my days but still having time to rest! i need to make more adventure in boston, because i love being where i am and i love everyone and everything here-- all i need is less idle time.

[sadmages]

Having ocs is fucked up they make you wake up and think stuff like what if i learn to code in renpy and make this into a visual novel. Who said that

[pyrrhuria]

meme i made years ago still holds true

[midnight-coffee94]

No single line has ever wrecked me as hard as this one from the Good Place and I think about it constantly

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce died(?) again

Jason: Well, it's my turn.

Dick: What are you talking about?

Jason: Everytime Bruce is gone, one of you starts to act just like him, pushing everyone away, acting as only you can be right, and fighting anyone that gets in your way. Dick did it, Tim did it, even Cass kind of did it. So, this time, I will do it.

Tim: Isn't that how you act all the time?

Jason: Whoa, fuck you. You are so banned from historical drama movie nights.

[naamahdarling]

The puzzle company didn't think this through.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Suddenly, bell bottoms aren't so bad

Bonus sketch, because I had to vv

"Stop checking out my assistant, Stanley."

[dappercritter]

Having fun with Chainsaw Mappa so far

[suiana]

beo idk where i saw or read this but can you imagine a yandere! husband who would actually go insane if you left/escaped him?

like, actually insane. I'm not talking "ohhh my spouse left me :((( im gonna find them grrr" type of insane.

im talking like mental breakdowns, crying, screaming, actually getting ill, throwing fits and acting like a sick and deranged man because you're not with him anymore.

he's a rich guy, comes from an old money family. so obviously his parents and family all see the state that he's reduced to after his beloved darling left his grasp. and they absolutely hate the way that their son is so miserable right now. that's their son! and how could they let their son suffer? just how can they help?

so they find you on his behalf and bring you back to him.

like, they're sorry you're back here against your will but their son's condition is more important! don't you see? he loves you and you're just... just neglecting him! a good spouse wouldn't do that. you have to be with him. no questions asked.

upon spotting you, their son (who was literally clawing at his arms, nails all bloody) immediately switches moods and perks up. he's no longer the insane man he was just 5 seconds ago. now he's your loving and sweet husband.

his family all sees that, especially his parents, and they make a vow to make sure you never leave him again. i mean, they like you too! you're perfect for their son! why would you ever want to leave? you don't need to leave.

just stay here with them. stay with your husband. after all, he clearly needs you. and what type of spouse would you be if you left him again?

[clarebear-0925]

false alarm everyone he’s fine

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

so in an attempt to actually use positive thinking, anytime i fuck up and my brain reacts as if ive cause a minor apocalyptic event, i compare my fuck up to the 4 minute fuck up committed by the crew of the uss william d porter.

and only today, as i was having to explain what happened to my mom when i was explaining the whole comparison thing, did i realise that most people dont know about it and ive decided that needs to change because its objectively hilarious.

...which is a weird thing to say about an event that occured on a warship in 1943, specifically november 14th.

see the uss william d porter was a fletcher-class destroyer but you dont need to know what that means, just that she had guns that went bang bang and that she was escorting another ship, the uss iowa, to cairo.

while they were on their way there, they performed some gun trials like testing the anti-aircraft guns or the torpedos. and while they were running a torpedo drill, the crew of the porter managed to fire a live torpedo straight at the iowa which you know, in terms of a list of things to do while escorting a ship, shooting a torpedo at them is not on that list.

especially if the president of the united states is on board.

yeah so fdr was on board and the gun trials were actually his idea, and part of the trials was that they were conducted under radio silence.

and that means the crew of the porter couldnt just call the iowa to be like "move out the way, we accidentally shot a torpedo at you."

but they did have signal lamps and you know, the signalman on board was trained to signal this exact kind of message.

...and uh never mind, the signalman did manage to successfully tell the iowa that a torpedo was coming toward them but wasnt as successful when it came to the direction the torpedo was coming from.

not all hope is lost though because the signalman could still use the signal lamp to correct his previous mistake and-, never mind, he announced that the porter was reversing, which she wasnt.

yeah so at catastrophic mistake number 3, they broke radio silence to warn the iowa and she managed to turn out of the way just in time which meant no one got hurt. and even though the inquiry into the incident led to chief torpedoman (fantastic job title btw) lawton dawson being sentences to hard labour, fdr intervened and waved away his sentence, saying it was all an accident.

but yeah, so thats my new measure for "how much did i really fuck up?" and when i compared accidentally picking up a pencil case without a tag on it in wilko, turns out it was a very minor fuck-up. yes, the cashier had to ask another worker to grab a duplicate so they could scan the barcode, but i didnt nearly kill the president during wartime via accidental friendly fire

[the-palelady]

i need to know if anyone else thinks of this specific screenshot because i think about it 8 million times a fucking day. why is he so big i need him to look down at me that way i need him to throw me across the room i beggeth like don't even joke with me lad

i can take him and ghost. decipher that how you will

[starsofang]

tw: death

oneshot found here!

guardian angel!simon who gets assigned to you later on in your life due to your high risk of dying young

guardian angel!simon who spends every waking moment watching over and protecting you

guardian angel!simon who’s surprised you can see him, and even more surprised that you aren’t scared

guardian angel!simon who makes it his goal to ensure that you live a long life, not allowing you to die in your youth

guardian angel!simon who begins to fall in love with you despite it being forbidden

guardian angel!simon who confesses his feelings against all odds, only to find out you’ve fallen for him too

guardian angel!simon who becomes too blinded by love that he becomes too comfortable, forgetting about his duty in being your protector

guardian angel!simon who holds your dead body in his arms, weeping over his lost love and the future taken away from you because of his greed

fallen angel!simon who is forever separated from where your soul rests in heaven, after being condemned to hell for failing to fulfill his duties in protecting your mortal life

fallen angel!simon who starts a war between the heavens and hell in order to reunite with you once again

[majinbangus]

Being sick but wanting ice cream so you try to sneak out in the middle of the night to buy some like a disheveled gremlin all stuffy and sweaty, feverish in nothing but your pajamas and bathrobe, but just as you're about to leave, the light turns on and a pair of arms wrap around your waist to drag you back in bed for rest.

"Ach?! What the-?"

"Thought you could sneak away, huh?" Your man grumbles, unyielding as he (gently) manhandles you along, shooting you a mean stink eye for your attempted misadventure. "I'm special forces; where did y'think you were goin', sweetheart?"

You feel yourself start to sweat and not from the fever. "No-nowhere, darling, I was just-"

"Using pet names won't butter me up." He tightens his hold when you get squirmy. "Stop that. You need rest, y'muppet."

You blame it on your fever-addled brain, but you try to bargain with him. Promise to be good if he lets you go. Tell him how happy it'd make you if he granted this one wish. A lot of woe, is me peppered in your plea. As it turns out, he's got an iron will, and you need to work on your persuasive skills. Not surprising, but still.

"I want ice cream!" You half-heartedly thrash in his arms, making him click his tongue, adjusting his grip as to not hurt you.

"Fuckin'- stop that!"

"No, lemme go!"

Your feverish resistance is no match for his strength. All you pull from him is a frustrated grunt, annoyed with your antics.

"You're sick. Where you need to go is our bed." He leans in close to your ear, lowering his voice to a growl. "Or do I need to tie you down?"

The threat has the desired effect and makes you go limp in his arms, if a little pouty. You know he would do it. He's done it before, and he'll do it again. He's a man of his word, and (majority of the time) you know when to listen.

He successfully wrangles you back in bed, getting you to lie back down in warm sheets with little complaint. No rope is necessary, but he wraps you up in his arms just in case. A tried and true form of pinning you down. You never thought he'd use this method against you while you were incapacitated, but you're a wily one, even when you're sick. He'll make sure you can't escape.

You may have failed your little mission, but it's not too terrible of a loss. Not when it led you to being cuddled in his arms.

You still wish you got your ice cream, though. It's been forever since you had some. Too bad you'll only get to painfully, dramatically, yearn for your lost love now.

There's a deep chuckle puffing against your ear, and then you're being hugged tighter to your captor.

"I know that look. Don't pout. I'll get you your ice cream. Just get better for me first. Alright, mischief?"

... Alright.