#look em up they're hog wild

[frecklystars]

You're finally adding your Patrick ship tag! Is there a reason why you didn't? Or maybe you did and I just missed it?

Yeah I'm finally adding the tag onto gifsets. Enough people guessed who the tag was for already so I thought I might as well, lol! I hesitated for a very long time because 1) he was on-and-off the F/O list for a long time until I finally built a version of him in my head that I tolerate, but god it was such... a rollercoaster getting to this point and 2) I don't ship entirely with the movie version of him because there's such a different version of him in my head, that it felt weird adding his ship tag onto gifsets. like. him sitting at a dinner table in a gifset, I'll look at him and think "there's a version of you in my head that I am so heavily involved with, but it isn't You." but hey. christian bale is so pretty.......... and whatever. the version in my head looks like christian bale too. so why not. it's all fiction and nothing is real and we're all gonna die, nothing in life matters :)

It's two months later and I've finally decided he's gonna stay on the F/O list even if he isn't really a... romantic F/O. I mean, he is? But he's not? But he is. But he's not. He's my boyfriend-who's-not-my-boyfriend. He's my serial killer bodyguard. He's my pathetic boytoy I drag around on a leash and if anybody is mean to me I just go "sic 'em, boy" take off his collar and let him go hog wild, and then I give him a treat for being my good dog.

In all honesty the reason why I'm shipping with him is because I need to rewire my brain into believing my F/Os love me, even the villains. Before I went through [vaguely gesturing to the trauma of 2023] a whole year of not being able to self ship without thinking any and all F/Os would hurt me, I was able to self ship with villains without any problems. Now it's insanely difficult to ship with anybody regardless if they're a villain or not, and I'm trying to feel like my old self again. This is where Pat comes in.

Somebody actually F/O recommended Patrick to me in my inbox a few months ago and they didn't tell me that he was a serial killer or a horrible person in general lmfao but they said... I'm paraphrasing here but they said something like "he is very intense, but he would be very protective and devoted to the one he loves" and that sounds like... something I need to get back into the habit of believing: all F/Os are protective and loving, they're not gonna be abusive towards me even if they're abusive villains themselves. Then my friend said "oh that's one of my favorite movies!" and sent me funny meme videos of Pat where he wasn't killing anybody, he was just. sweating profusely over business cards and crying hysterically in a phone booth. and I thought "wow I'm kind of in love with him, this is the most pathetic man I've ever seen in my life" and tbh if you know me long enough, you'll know a fun fact about me, I see a beautiful man sobbing his eyes out and that's it for me. it's over. I am so smitten for a pretty man who's shedding an unnecessary amount of tears. The more pathetic, the better. So then we joked that he was my boyfriend even though I planned to never see the movie (I live at Super Weenie Hut Juniors, I can't handle horror). WELL. I kept coming up with self ship scenarios with him even tho I only knew him from the business card scene and his crying scenes. Curiosity got the best of me anyways and then I realized "hey, if I'm feeling really attached to a villain right now, and if I watch this movie and come up with self ship ideas with him... isn't that healing? In a way? Having a really terrible person find a way to change and become a better person and to love me? Building a version of him in my head and believing he'd love me; isn't that what I'm supposed to be doing with fiction?? This could be a good healing exercise for me"

So then I watched the movie -- AND MY GOD I HAVE NEVER WORKED SO HARD TO SELF SHIP WITH A CHARACTER LOL DUDE THIS GUY IS INSANE. On and off that F/O list every few hours. I have never been on such a rollercoaster of emotions with a character. "I love him - oh god I hate him. I love him! I hate him. Oh this part of the movie is making me laugh so hard I have tears in my eyes. Oh god this part of the movie is so disturbing we need to skip it, I won't even acknowledge it happens. Oh haha I love him. Oh I hate him." Back and forth back and forth. I know he's the American Psycho™ so he's gonna be quite intense. y'know. but this was also my first horror movie just in general and I was very on edge shakily gripping my friend's hand LOL. And then the end of the movie made me feel a lot better because - well I won't spoil it, but the end of the movie really really helped me feel better about it, and if it didn't end that way, then I don't know if I would have bothered trying to put him on the F/O list at all. But I am a stubborn bitch!!!!!!! I want to get better so bad and if shipping with this guy is gonna help me then damn it all he is GOING on that F/O list!!!!

So he's officially on the F/O list now (even if he isn't really a romantic kind of F/O, he's still Something dear to me). Woohoo 🥳🥳 I feel genuinely 100% safe and loved with him, even if it isn't the "canon" version of Pat, there's still a version of him built off of that and that feels like a big win for me considering my circumstances. He isn't a main F/O by any means so he likely won't be sticking around my head for very long, but wrow. I love him. and he loves meeee!!!! and if I keep working very very very hard maybe I can ship with TF characters again someday, bc god I miss them so bad

#anonymous #asks #💕♬♪ Losing you is not an option ☆🔪❤️💥 #so sorry if you expected a short answer. you ask me a question i WILL ramble for 500 years

[rodthomaswriting]

Skyfellers

They were from Chusetts. All them hog-tying types who think they're better than the city folks in their towers. Listen, I've seen a thing or two. Before them orchid types came in talking about "free love" and looking at our way of life saying, "That'll do for me, too," I was crawling through oat milk tanks for the heck of it in Chusetts like the little roll poly I was. No different now.

And, no. I don't know where the slippery skyfellers came from nor why every cowpoke and their dead ma think they can slay one for their very own. No use. Meat tastes like I spit on your boot soles if you got any.

No, they do it for the pictureshow. Everybody wants to be seen slaying a skyfolk as if it ain't somebody's pa. Another skyfeller's pa, but no short a pa.

Tell you what, I'll spill a few things I've seen and make right on my promise to change the world one day. I think it's worth that much, and you don't look good at keeping secrets. None of that describing the weather on the day or fate talk or nothing. Promise you the real deal on the first try, right?

Slippery little fellers. I remember the first time I saw one, nearly said a four-letter world out loud. Kind of purdy skittering around way up there. I wanted to touch one. Don't understand none of this killing a useless thing business. That's what oats are for, friend. Clever ones notice when you do things just for show.

I've told this story before, you can tell. Bored of it. It's not enough to say what happened, why I did things. You wanna know what color the varmints bleed and what jiving piano tune was in my head the first time I held one in my hands and could've killed her but didn't. Listen, I'll get to it. Point is, I like to watch something before I go about trying to do a new something. And! Point is! I'm not gonna make things simple for you if I wanna get a friend out of this.

Look here, you take the skyfeller in your hands, most young ones'll fit between your two palms around the neck, and most people snap 'em. Some real power deficient types just squeeze and like to feel it. Makes me sick to my stomach to think about. And the real cowards point a chamber at the sky and leave them all full of holes. No one's putting that scaly fishing net up on the wall, I'll tell you that.

Knew one clever one back in Stuneu wore all black and thought them long old blades meant for harvesting was a good way to do it. Not sure what that was going out to prove. Looking like death greeted us and it sure had when I saw them fellers all piled like pumpkins. Don't even see chickos treated like that no more. Oats sometimes.

Sure thing is where ever land's wild, you'll find you a couple skyfeller slayers. Seen clever ones, the lesser ones, folks all dressed in purdy colors looking for their chance at slaying. Me myself, I got to know them real well. Don't like them docile types, I'll lick a lesser who tries to tell me how to feel, but these skyfellers are different. None of them are wearing boots too tight or stealing purdy things from me, talking to me about what my ma used to do. None of them. No choice but to spin in the sky with them big old wings and them fiery eyes and fierier little snouts on them.

I took quite fondly to them if we're being straight.

Couple times, real late at night or real early and still dark out, none of them city folks pretending to be us were rising or shining, I found myself still seeing them around. You can walk right up and pat one if you go with a gentle hand and let them touch first. Chusetts is just the place for that. No owls, no hauses making noise. Right peaceful. So you talk to them.

Don't catch yourself doing it at first, 'course. Just the way it is. Probably told them too much, knowing me, but they ain't mind. Seen scales in blue, peach ones, little red guy nearly bit off my digit but I don't blame him. I mean, you've heard me talk. Only thing got me up some dawns. Yeah, I'll admit it. Saw a really showy lesser claim to ride a skyfeller. When I showed, it was all a big old cager with it tied up at the mouth, on the wings, everything. Could have put yourself some rye bread on the back of the feller and it'd stay. Pens are one thing for varmints, keep 'em safe. A cager will keep love out, keep personhood out. You ain't have to touch a living thing if you don't want to, and I disagree with that. Truth is, skyfellers will come to you if they know a gentle hand. Hope I keep having one.

What color they bleed? Depends, friend. Some like us. Some not like us. Saw one skyfeller downed about half past eight by the big blade looked like our red at first but was bright cherry blossom. Guess same family of color, but blue and greens I took to easier than like our almost. Was hard to see. There. There's your old touch of shock to sell your paper on if you got one.

You ever milked an oat? You don't look smart.

What I'm saying is this: if someone or someone's someone is looking to feel tall, find something else that bleeds a little less or tastes a little better. Fine by me. I sleep good at sundown knowing that I've done just that. Kansaw and those other places want just a fifth of what Chusetts has, and they won't get it acting how they've been.

Steer well.