#parasocializing

[syllzza]

about to pull the biggest hypocritical move of the century as i, a die hard seventeen stannie whos bias is furry extraordinaire kwon hoshi and kim doctorate in fan service studies mingyu, write about and condemn online parasocial relationships. academic intellectual by day, deranged chronic onliner by night

[mendokayalways]

So I find it extremely hilarious that the two most recent parties with deeply tied roots in Exandria that we’ve seen with Bell’s Hells and the Ring of Brass are both essentially two parties that in any other setting would be individual NPC’s with connections to each other. And they’ve even been described as such by the cast at some point or the other. 

But I find it wonderful that in any other setting they would be NPCs but in this story, they are the main characters, living breathing people with agency and purpose and hopes and dreams and ambitions and families. It makes our world a lot more complex if you just take a look at it for a minute, especially with the increase of strange parasocial relationships and emotions that people (myself included) are likely to have due to the exponential increase in the use of social media, types of entertainment and media, and the warped version of authenticity that is sold to us constantly. 

It just gives me food for thought. 

[greenteacryptid]

YouTube is literally just a site for kids to pick their parasocial parents

So many YouTubers have become mother and farther figures to me and they have no idea

[gncharles]

charles’ smile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> therapy

[adhdeancas]

y’all. y’all. do you know what this means this means that 

1. they’re gonna style his beard - they just got it trimmed up nicely but just like his hair it doesn’t have any styling yet because they obviously don’t want him to reveal his look 

2. they’re gonna give him one of those swoopy little 1940s pompadours

[staticrgb]

Parasocial safety Social with no risk Hollowed out interactions Standing in for what I missed All I do is listen All they do is speak I know they do not see me For I have never been seen My existence is exhausting More for others than for me Draining conversations As they explain everything I can feel the tension So I cut it with a knife Sharp spikes of words Made to deter Even though it is not right So I continue standing Largely on my own Trying to drown my paranoia In statistics I've been shown Still I hear the rumble Of the memories in my life Drowning out all reason As I'm overwhelmed by spite

[sidui]

It bothers me more than I can effectively express that I don’t really know any of you