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shitswiftiessay · 3 days
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Swifties shut the fuck up challenge!!!
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angelzonearth · 18 hours
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yes those are my parents. no I have never met them irl and will probably never be able to
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notyouraryang0dd3ss · 23 hours
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part 2
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incognitopolls · 22 days
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abusivedoll · 14 days
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Is the corner I’m backing you into comfortable?
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I love a good hyperfixation as much as the next person, but can we all chill the fuck out about actual real people?
Or at the very least afford them some decency by respecting their boundaries?
Parasocial relationships are scary, man.
Go off on your fictional blorbos, that's hurting no one.
But please, please don't blur the line between the fictional character and the person who plays the fictional character. Because you don't actually know that person, at all. Just their public persona... and you're entitled to nothing from them.
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angel-tears1004 · 2 years
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What's up with people that can't grasp the concept of others wanting to know all the hot, messy tea of someone famous just because it's hot and messy tea and not necessarily a pArASoCiaL relationship. Let us be nosey and shut up
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Reminder: You can stop stanning a famous person anytime you want. You don't need to make a big statement or announce your exit from their fandom. You can just stop being a fan.
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xcarveoutmyheart · 8 months
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abigailunderthemoon · 5 months
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Me: I honestly don’t get parasocial relationships. That singer is not your friend. Don’t call that author by their first name. Your favorite YouTuber doesn’t know you and probably wouldn’t care to. Just consume their media and move on. Their work can be important to you, but you won’t be important to them. Just be normal.
Dropout and Dimension20: *exists*
Me: The only thing stopping me and Brennan Lee Mulligan from being the very best of friends is that we’ve never actually met.
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shitswiftiessay · 3 days
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Swifties are literally declaring WAR, and likening themselves to soldiers going to battle… because Taylor’s new album got some bad reviews.
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Also, on a side note… these people are fucking delusional if they think the general public is on their side.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 9 months
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Gerard Way was the only person who came to my birthday party and we had a conversation about parasocial relationships with celebrities and maintaining respectful boundaries when meeting them in person. They were wearing the secretary costume and referred to themself as a milf once.
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lumoskillercrispin · 2 months
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I think another reason Joe is getting so much hate from Taylor and Swifties that isn’t talked about is…
He is proof Taylor is the problem.
When they started dating it was doing the time everyone was calling her a snake. Which she might not have deserved it when it came to Kim and Kanye but she is still a snake. She always has been because she will attack anyone that she believe she is justified to.
Anyway, Joe and her staying together for so long allowed Taylor and Swifties to tell the world that she was never to blame for all her failed relationships.
Even when she wrote songs about how she causes/caused problems in joe and her relationship him sticking around meant that all those other men were terrible for not putting up with it.
Now that the relationship is over she and her fans are back in the same position they were before him. Were non Swifties are once again proving Taylor is the problem. This has caused her and them to have to try harder to convince the world she is only a victim.
Taylor won’t take personal responsibility for her actions ruining her relationships and her fans, cult honestly, refuse to see her true colors so they are all taking it out on Joe.
Honestly this is disturbing behavior.
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charleneeeee · 3 months
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She is not a small town country girl.
She is a climate criminal and she does not care about you no matter how hard you may claim she does. She has created this parasocial relationship with her fans just so they can give her more money.
Taylor swift is not one of us, she is a billionaire and all billionaires deserve the absolute worst in life. She is not the exception.
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bodhrancomedy · 8 months
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It’s weird that this is now something I have to say, but yeah, I’m a normal boring person with a camera and not interesting enough to talk to.
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kanri-domo · 5 months
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I have a few ideas to spew then, if you're ok with them — but they're all dottore related
imagine being infatuated with akademiya Zandik, watching him in class; staring at him as you fantasize about taking what should be yours, zoning out to the idea of pounding his hole untill he ends up liking it ❤️
either that, or, sth I think about a lot — cannibalizing omega build Dottore, for some reason.
Just.. auuh
Lmao I'm so sorry it took this long for me to answer >3> This somehow ended up more as a yandere piece more anything haha... I hope you like it
Characters: Il Dottore/Zandik, NB! Reader, can be read as either/or
Warnings: Yandere! Reader, Parasocial Relationship
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He’s too pretty for his own good.
It’s an ugly thought, but it’s one you have quite often. With his smooth pale skin, soft blue hair, and cold red eyes, it’s pretty much agreed throughout the students of the Akademiya that despite his personality, Zandik was extremely attractive. You think it’s cute though, the way he obsesses over ruin guards like you obsess over him.
You don’t see him often, being in a different Darshan and all, but you fantasize about him enough that it doesn’t take long before you actively seek him out. You watch him in the library, hiding yourself between the bookshelves and pretending to be browsing; you watch him the hallways between the dorms, acting as if it were coincidence for you to leave the dorms at the same time; you watch him during the few times you two share classes, letting the professor’s words drown into nothingness as your brain only had thoughts for him; you watch, and you watch, and you watch. You’re lucky that Zandik seemed more interested in his research than he is in the people around him.
Your imagination is just as obsessive as you are – your dreams are filled with of bending him over, fucking him senseless in the library, muffling Zandik’s moans and whimpers with whatever you have on hand, lest you two get caught. You daydream of stuffing him full of toys and locking him with a chastity belt, ass full and horny, but unable to relieve himself as he goes about his day. Your thoughts fill with pounding him over the desks in the classroom, fucking him until he cums over and over again until he’s shaking from the oversensitivity, letting the fluids spill everywhere, as if animals marking their territory.
He probably wouldn’t be willing at first, you sometimes muse, but he was made for you, you delude yourself. If only Zandik wasn’t so into his research, you think, he’d realize that you’d would be perfect together, that you could satisfy whatever urges that he’d have and more. Not those pests that flocked towards him, all blood-sucking fleas that were only attracted to his looks, all thinking they could change him for the better.
Every time one of his fans flirted with him, you imagined punishing him for cheating on you. You imagined tying him up to a chair, stark naked. You’d pinch him nipples until they turned red and hard, and his cock was stiff and dripping with need. He’d be blindfolded and gagged, but you’d hear his whimpers and moans all the same, muffled noises of begging reluctantly being dragged out of him and tears soaking into the blindfold. You’d play with him for as long as you can, licking his balls and dragging your tongue to the tip of his cock, teasing and slow. You’d taste the tip of his cock, precum dripping out as if it were crying as well, before ignoring it entirely, abandoning it in favor of his hole. You dream of roughly fingering him for his imagined cheating, making sure to hit his prostate with each thrust, but stopping right before he cums. You’d wait a bit, letting Zandik’s muffled begging wash you over, before you start again, and repeating the process over and over again until Zandik was mush against the chair, too fucked out and needy to form coherent thoughts.
Zandik was yours, even if he didn’t know it yet. You’d make sure of it. It didn’t matter that you’d only exchanged words with him a couple of times. It didn’t matter that he probably didn’t know your name. It didn’t even matter that Zandik very likely didn’t even know you existed. You loved him for who he was, and you were the only one who could ever love him so much. Even if Zandik rejected you at first, it was because he was shy. You were the only one for him, and even if you had to work hard to make sure he knew it, Zandik would eventually love you back.
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