possessed-pickle-jar

[possessed-pickle-jar]

speaking of larping as a knight u can get through basically any task by imagining that ur a knight or perhaps a squire undergoing various ordeals and such.

for example.

-car maintenance. a noble knight would never allow their steed to languish without proper care.

-laundry. a squire must maintain the wardrobe for themself and their knight and work hard to prove themself.

-exercise: a knight must train to keep their skills sharp and maintain their strength and stamina.

-conversation with annoying coworker? a knight must be gracious even in the face of provocation and maintain diplomacy and restraint so as not to make things difficult for their king and also not misuse their power by obliterating an unarmed man with sheer force of might no matter how much he DESERVES IT

[possessed-pickle-jar]

Friend

[possessed-pickle-jar]

ICONIC

[possessed-pickle-jar]

I really like those cursed ominous posters like the 5g horse one or that weird milk bath lady do you know of any others in that style

Joe the people follower

Sentient metro bus

Invite me over to your home (squirrel artist)

Compilation of these signs (oh look 5g horse is in there)

You can also look up “Alan Wagner sign artist” and you’ll find LOTS of his art works of a similar vibe- and I haven’t confirmed but may have even made some, if not many of these. Like if you recognize this sign:

Then you know who that guy is

(Linking his website here and r/TrueWagner)

[possessed-pickle-jar]

Sometimes you find a new story and getting into it is like "Oh! This is home! I can live here :)" and it becomes part of your comfort zone forever. Sometimes it's more like "This is a nice place to visit, but it's not quite my home. It's somebody else's," like when you're at a friend's or acquaintance's for a party. Sometimes it's more like a church, or a museum, or a library — "This is a beautiful space, and I can tell I'm welcome here, but I'm not quite equipped to treat it as home."

And sometimes finding a new story is like "This would be a terrible place to live, but that's a really nice chair..." Then you steal the furniture and take it home with you.

(*Note: this is about stories and not fandoms. Fandoms are more like cities or settlements, and finding homeliness in one of them is an entirely different proposition.)

[possessed-pickle-jar]

Did you know you can get yard signs made that say basically anything

[possessed-pickle-jar]

being the autistic friend in the group is all fun and games until you absolutely RUIN the vibe of board game night by getting a little too particular about rule rules heh he eh

[possessed-pickle-jar]

Oh, I love this an inordinate amount.

This guy covers children's songs in the style of various artists, and he's incredible.

I'm weirdly emotional about it?

[possessed-pickle-jar]

👁️

[possessed-pickle-jar]

another one????????

[possessed-pickle-jar]

2 Beef Patties, Cheese, Bacon, Grilled Cajun Onions, Hot Dog, Chili, & Fancy Sauce.

[possessed-pickle-jar]

[possessed-pickle-jar]

I, for one, like Roman numerals.

[possessed-pickle-jar]

LIGHTS ON 💡 LIGHTS OFF 🔌

The individual artss

[possessed-pickle-jar]

Shout-out to the 0.5 seconds where Ralsei makes direct eye contact with you as if to ask "are you possessing Susie too??"

[possessed-pickle-jar]

I've been doing a lot of thinking about my family and how I was treated as a child, and honestly, my father has never seemed more amazing in my eyes.

I used to love Luigi(Mario's brother) when I was little. Like, he was my favorite character ever, and I had multiple plushies of him. Didn't give a fuck about Mario, vaguely tolerated Peach, but I loved Luigi.

On my first day of kindergarten, my dad gave me the number for his work phone and said it was Luigi's phone number. "If anything happens at school, call Luigi."And not even twenty minutes into my first day, I was having a panic attack. So I went down to the principal's office and called "Luigi."

Now, at the time, my father was in a meeting with his manager and his supervisor, along with most of his coworkers. And when I called, he picked up before he even left the room.

And he put on a very awful Italian accent and said, "Itsa me, Luigi! Whatsa the matter?"In front of his boss and coworkers. Without telling them what was going on. So they were absolutely bewildered, and he carried on like they didn't even exist. He only explained what was happening after I had calmed down and hung up, to which most of them responded with "Aww, cute."

I continued to call him whenever I got upset at school, and eventually his coworkers got in on it. I distinctly remember one of them impersonating Toad. I don't know why I'm telling you this, I just thought it might make you smile :)

this is so delightful I love your Luigi dad

[possessed-pickle-jar]

The amount of emotion that Jax showed in this episode is crazy. So I wanted to showcase some of it

When his friend got brought up he looks so angry

He gets really annoyed with Ragatha and then follows it up with dumb insults and his regular expression

Also with the friend in the animation you can see him hesitant as he reaches for the door knob

During the scene where all the characters are talking about their backstory he is the only one who doesn’t mention anything and looks to be uncomfortable when he realizes everyone else is having fun and chatting about their lives. He also deflects with pointing out Kingers lack of a past to which Pomni reveals.

When they put him in the maid outfit he looks genuinely upset and embarrassed. He even gets the squiggly eyes

Jax seems to think that the other members of the digital circus don’t take his “bullying” seriously or hes doing it so he won’t get close to another person. Which doesn't seem to be working since he gets close with Pomni who starts to see through his act.

also some things to add is how horrified Jax looks to see he is without his tail. Which he did most likely have. Also the look he gets when trying to figure out how Cain turned him into a vegan. Like he's starting to realize Cain is more powerful then he let on