Is That Weird?

[Mama Oak]

Post something random (and a little weird) about yourself! Let us share our oddities like asinine mooks! Shall I begin?




I've had a celebrity crush on Steve Martin for 10+ years. He's a total babe.

[FENRIS]

I'm fantasy-married to seven historical and fictional characters:
Emperor Caligula, Jack the Ripper, Altair Ibn-La'Ahad, Mary Read, Anne Bonny, Kanaya Maryam, and John 'Calico Jack' Rackham. No one can stop me either mwahahahaha~

[Sprout]

When I'm not on my computer, I am either pulling faces, making random sounds, drawing or singing loudly. I find it very hard to be quiet in class...

[Phlox]

I have a habit of moving my hips in a sort of figure-eight motion when other people would just stand. I guess it's a unique stim?

[FENRIS]

My favourite thing to do is washing dishes when I'm home alone so I can sing and dance and just be strange xD

[Mama Oak]

I'm crying hardcore right now because everyone on the Lord of the Rings is too amazing for me to possibly handle. Sam just nearly drowned himself because he wasn't about to let Frodo go on alone, and Frodo's like "No, Sam," but he just keeps on keeping on and why can't I have a Sam? Then Merry and Pippin got hobbit-napped, and even though the purpose of the Fellowship was not centered around them, Aragorn and Legolas and Gimli set off after them. If I was Merry or Pippin I wouldn't entertain, for a single moment, any delusion that they would try and rescue me. But oh man, it's so nice and it just hit me in the heart right now. And I already cried earlier because of the really melancholy song they played on the credits of the Hobbit (which I now downloaded, so I can cry on demand whenever I wish), and now I'm crying even harder because the music on these credits just... ah, drives it all home. Life's good. And you know what, Elijah Wood did such a dang good job acting-wise when Gandalf "died". I applauded while crying.



I am hardly an emotional person, really, I promise. Which is weid, because trivial, fictional things like this get to me good and I'll cry about them for weeks. I don't even know what it is. *flails*

EDIT: Ahhh, I just started the next movie and they showed Gandalf's fall again and Elijah Wood you are so convincingly distraught, I just caaan't~!

[Petrichor]

I'm addicted to Tumblr, Reddit, and this website. I don't go to sleep until like one in the morning, but when I do, I sleep for more than thirteen hours at a time. Well, excluding this. Wait, it's daylight savings time, so yeah, that's right.

I have this awful habit of getting brand new video games, getting sucked into them for two weeks, and then finding some older video game that I either never noticed before or I'd been waiting for it to come out when it's been like six months and then I'll play that for moons at a time.

I just used "moons" without irony.

I ship my cats HARD with other characters. Oakey you have no idea how far I've read into every little thing Stormpaw and Littlecloud do together. 

I actually don't do much for canon series, but I'll find something I like about the series, rip it out, and stuff it into my huge box of headcanons. To me, literally no video game happened like it really happened. A whole lot of other stuff happened inbetween, and that character isn't really like that, and etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. I rage so hard when I see the actual canon use of characters I've built up so strongly in my head to be something else entirely.

I'm addicted to Velveeta Mac n' Cheese. Not the regular noodles, but the ones that kind of look like shells. I eat that shit like every day from in the pot and I seriously don't give a buck who watches me eat it.

I keep meaning to make cats for RiverClan and WindClan, but I keep putting it off because what if I forget I have them or don't use them and oh Fates the assignments that I already have to make for like every cat I've ever had.

I see the world in third person, like I'm in a TV show and I'm looking through the camera. Currently the fourth wall is somewhere behind the fridge and there's a close-up on my face looking all serious as I type this. I never see anything in first person unless I concentrate, there's just me and whoever else is in the picture from behind the camera. It makes everything so jarring when I look in a mirror and say "Wait what the hell that's not what's in the camera"

I like all the pokemon generations. I think Honedge is the best because swords are cool. I love Lucario because of my MULTIPLE HEADCANONS that have NOTHING TO DO with the actual story.

I have Skyrim and all the Sims games sitting in my computer and I'm just sitting here telling you all my little secrets.

Rune Factory is a good game series. I like Rune Factory.

Byrne from Spirit Tracks is literally my favorite character ever, which is ironic because I literally took his appearance and small bit of backstory, twisted it beyond all reason, and took it OUT of my headcanon pile and carted him with me everywhere. I guess he's my favorite because Nintendo gives you so little to work with in the first place, kind of like Hasbro did for Sombra. (So many headcanons, so little time. SO LITTLE TIME.)

I have NO plan for the rest of my life, except maybe writing books and taking care of my mom, which nobody else seems able to do. But seriously, I have no idea what I'm going to do, but I know what I'm not going to do.

While I ship things really hard, I'm not into romance myself and don't want nor will ever have a boyfriend or girlfriend. I don't want kids. Ever.

I actually have multiple personas that I go by. Trixie on this site is completely different from Flower on another warriors roleplaying site, and I don't even use my real name anymore in the world behind the screen. I don't think there even IS a real me, just a whole bunch of different personas that I switch in between depending on where I am.

I will never play any kind of horror game, but watching people do Let's Plays of them is fine because watching other people freak out at what I'm terrified of is somewhat comforting to me when I'm watching Fatal Frame for some reason that's totally stupid.

Speaking of Fatal Frame, I'm terrified of onryos. You know, the ghosts that manipulate crap physically and have stringy hair and a white kimono and are really pale. Think Samara from The Ring or Kayako from The Grudge and you've got the one thing that'll scare me out of my skin.

I get night terrors right when I'm going to bed. I'm still not sure whether the knocking against my door I heard last night was real or in my head... and if it was the actual entrance door or the closet door they were knocking against. I probably shouldn't have yelled "What?!", because that's just screaming "I'm here in bed and defenseless! Please kill me!" For all of my genre savviness, I sure am blind sometimes, and that doesn't account for the blindfold I wear. 

Did I mention my headcanons yet?

I beat my social studies teacher in an arm-wrestling contest and now I'm the mafia of my school because everyone says that they're going to "sic" me on someone else. 

Wheatley is the only character I haven't twisted from canon. I'm not sure whether I would forgive him or punch his little blue optic to smithereens.

I finally figured out why movies are heading towards bathtub scenes these days. You know how the Exorcist ruined beds and Psycho ruined showers? Well, when you take a bath, it's kind of a mix of and worse than both.

You're sitting in water, so your skin is bloated and you can't move fast. You're naked, so screw having any kind of protection against a knife or something. You're lying down, so screw trying to get up. Most bathrooms only have one entrance or exit, so if something comes in that door, you're not getting out of it. In your bed, you can hide under your covers. In the shower, you're on your feet, so you can run. In the tub, you have all the weaknesses and none of the strengths. Just a whole bunch of water that is now tinted red.

I guess you can probably tell that I've either A) watched a Let's Play of Eternal Darkness recently or B) Watched Mirrors. The answer is C) all of the above. My subconscious hates me, I guess, or else I wouldn't scare myself all the time.

I don't drink enough water, so I'm always getting cramps in my legs and arms and sometimes I wonder if I would really notice the difference between a really bad arm cramp and a heart attack, and then I realize that I probably wouldn't even care.

A lot of people say that immortality would suck because it's so boring, but have you guys seen the last century? We just now got video games, you guys, and I want to be around as long as it takes for me to just go anywhere.

I'm not scared of regular ghosts. You know, the departed souls of humans? I'm just not, because people can be reasoned with, and if you're in a modern building, they're probably just gonna want your wi-fi password, and that's cool as long as they don't torrent porn or anything like that. Onryos are scary 'cause you can't reason with them. They have the semblance of human souls, but the soul has been so twisted and malformed by hate and other negative emotions that it's just a vessel of destruction.

I think that Slenderman probably isn't all that bad. I mean, you go into his forest, steal his pictures, and then expect to get away with it? My theory is that Slendy's mind is kind of like that of a toddler's. I mean, nobody's probably been around to actively tell him that killing is wrong, right?

Imagine waking up in a forest one day and you go around and suddenly people scream at you. It's a really, really bad noise and you don't like it and it hurts you so you just want to make the sound stop and somehow you do. The people stopped moving, but hey, the noise is gone. All better.

Or maybe this one kid who was too young to know or want to scream approached Slenderman one day and, I 'unno, just hung out with him for a while. She drew him all these little scribble pictures and just spent time with him until one day either her parents came and got her or a long time passed and she died of old age. That would explain the connection to the pictures, and the whole "child kidnapping" thing.

Not saying that all of this is okay, just that Slenderman isn't an openly malevolent being like Jeff the Killer or Ben.

Wow I'm just full of scary stuff and creepypastas today. I'm going to stop before I attract attention that's really bad for me. Byyyeeeeee

[FENRIS]

Headcanons, aaahhhhh~ I have far too many for one person xD Some are small and stupid while others like, change my entire perspective of the character. And get out, I am the Shipping Whore and I ship all. Except I don't at the same time? Like I ship everyone with everything in Hetalia [AustriaXPiano anyone?] but in things like South Park or Supernatural I don't ship at all. I reblog ships but I don't ship. It's strange. My newest ships are Kenvane, Kiddway, CalicoxAnne, MaryxAnne and CalicoxMary, which are all Ass Creed IV. And Tumblr? Girl I haven't even had my Tumblr for a year yet and have almost 20,000 posts.

Uhh, something strange about me... I guess I really enjoy listening to people talk to the point that I'll play various Let's Plays, Pokemon Wifi battles, and the like on Youtube while doing various tasks. I've listened to over 100 of SlyFoxHound's Minecraft Daily while playing Pokemon so far and countless Pokemon battles. But when roleplaying or making bios I need to listen to song instrumentals or I get distracted.

[syd]

I love headcanons! Both reading and writing them!

I have two extra bones in my feet.

[Sprout]

I eat cereal only in afternoons.

[FENRIS]

I like the name Blizzard more than my real name to the point I've seriously contemplated changing my name to it on multiple occasions.

[Mistress Tatl.]

I only cry when I get really really angry. Which only tends to happen around Christmas. Otherwise I'm heartless and unsympathetic. But I've chosen my career path in animation because more than anything, I just want to make people feel. Because it's something I can't do properly half the time but have a weird understanding for.

Also, I have an odd obsession with the idea of an abusive man in a fictional relationship, knowing that I'd never settle for it myself. I've come to realize that I just want someone who can dominate me in a relationship so that I don't have to be in charge all the time. My need for someone to take responsibility and be the head of the family leads me to fantasize bout relationships with villains where the villain is still pretty crazy. That's right guys, I don't dream about taming that sexy man, Loki. I dream about being dragged in head first after him.

You know how they say the quiet ones are the crazy ones? Yeah, that's true.

I have a peculiar obsession with Dragon Age. I'm thinking about it somewhere in the back of my mind at least 80% of my day.

I fall in love with a lot of characters. I've never fallen in love with a human. Actually, I kind of have a fear of commitment.

I've never really dreamed about "happily ever after" so much as I have a real relationship with someone I can just hang out with and complain about other people and trust completely.

I've pretty much lost faith in the human race.

I absolutely LOATHE the brony fanbase. Yet, I have several brony friends who I don't mind AND I sometimes draw MLP fanart. NOT TO MENTION there is a large group of the brony fanbase who used to (some of whom still do) hang on my every word, even when I told them I didn't like them.

I have a fanclub. Like a group of people who are my fans. Crazy fanboys who want in my pants? Yes, they exist in my fanclub.

There's this guy I've never met who's madly in love with me (see the above part) (okay, maybe he's not insane, but he's madly in love with me) who wants to buy me a 3DS. I refuse, because I'd feel like I'm taking advantage of him, but I'm afraid he'll buy me one and send it to me anyway....

I have this bad tendency online to string along guys on accident because I like the attention.

I kind of fear guys in real life.

Art.

I find horror movies stupid and/or unbelievable. However, if I watch horror or ghost related anything, it starts to bother me in the middle of the night when my imagination is at it's most active.

While I hate horror movies for their unbelievability, I have an obsession with fantasy settings. I basically live in my own fantasy world 80% of the time.

I spend roughly 90% of my week on or near my computer. I sometimes run in place while I type.

I do a lot of dancing around the house and singing like a crazy person, especially when nobody's home. It runs in my family.

I sing to my dog and carry her like a baby. She now expects me to carry her around the house 50% of the time.

I accidentally taught my dog how to act. Yay.

It's my dream to be a successful auther/youtuber.

I have the best possible name.

[Mama Oak]

I'm seventeen years old, live by myself 85% of the time, and just now learned how to make a grilled-cheese (well, earlier this week).

[FENRIS]

I get really easily jealous over people to the point that I will try and change most things about me to become basically the person I'm envious over. When online I get very jealous of admins because they're admins and have something I don't [maybe a reason to explain why I was so childish that one night a year or so back?]. Weird or awful or both?

[Mama Oak]

I am so easily intimidated that I can't look people in the eye when I talk to them. Even someone I've known for years. I can't even have a conversation with someone without my face turning red. And then I realize my face is red, so then it burns an even brighter red. Meeting new people petrifies me, so much that I would rather be alone than put myself out there.

Oftentimes I fantasize about buying and living out of an RV. Traveling everywhere with no friend but a nice, loyal dog in the passenger seat. But I also can't wait to be an old lady. I aspire to be that quirky old woman who bakes for the neighbors. And maybe has a lot of cats or something. 

Is it weird that I can not imagine myself having a relationship with anyone at any point in my life? I don't feel properly equipped for it, really.

Or maybe I think a lot of things, especially romance and friendship, have a different impact on me than others or something. Or at least I am really afraid that that's the case. For example, you guys — ugh, I shouldn't be saying this, I shouldn't, I shouldn't — you are oft on my mind, even when I'm away from the computer, as well as some other internet friends I've met and known for a very long time. I really do value your friendship, and sometimes I'll imagine what it would be like to meet you in real-life. But then the thought terrifies me, because (not only am I the most droll and awkward person in real-life but) what if friendship means a completely different thing to me than it does to you? Like... I don't know how to explain it.

I guess I've gained this fear because through my life, there have been a select few people that I've held really close to my heart. Good friends. The kind I'd do anything for. But I could just look at them, hear what they say, and know — know that I don't matter as much to them as they matter to me. Does that make any sense? I don't know, maybe I'm just clingy, or maybe it's that I'm not actually close to too many people. But those friends that I held really close, eventually they drifted away. And in that place, I have this feeling that I'm trying terribly hard (and utterly failing) to explain.

Or in relationships... I think I feel things differently. The people I've known, they're interested in someone. They transfix upon that one person and pursue them. Flirt and stuff. But if that person doesn't return that interest immediately or flirt back, they'll eventually move on. The interest will die and they'll start in on someone else.

Well, if someone else takes interest in me, boy it makes me so very happy. Oh lord, I'm on top of the world when someone shows me the least bit of attention and I can actually feel comfortable around them. Just texting them or talking to them; they become an important person in my life. But I am far, far from being straight-forward in making my interest known. I might be bursting with emotion for someone, but it's all internal. None of it makes it out, because I'm not an external person at all. Frightfully boring, in reality. It might be on the inside, but they don't see it. And they'll lose interest. And they'll move on.

But it's always been harder for me to let go. I'll watch as that person begins to pursue someone else, and I'll realize just how different I felt about it. That it meant something different to me than them. That they mattered to me a lot more than I mattered to them. But I'm not angry or vindictive — so long as they're happy, that's okay. I always want them to find someone that'll make them happy, even if that person can't be me. I won't protest, nor will I be bitter. Nor will I even let them know that it sort of hurt.



Ugh, I need to shut up and go to bed. I don't know where none of that came from. >~< I'm a weird dumb, haha.