#tv objectum

[yippieboy]

Tv techum stimboard

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[this-is-anti-objectum]

our(&) dad seems to think I'm crazy for wanting to protect the tech in the house. called it overreacting when I cried for an hour after he (to his credit, accidentally) dropped a big CRT TV out of the attic (still works fyi!! those guys are strong)

by the way he talks both to and about me I can tell he thinks I'm stupid for hugging one of our phones to calm it out of its glitching episodes even though IT LITERALLY WORKS-

he's trying to convince me to sell some of the tech we have to be able to afford repairs for the other ones (which I GUESS makes sense in theory if you don't understand I love themb,,)

but he's a boomer both literally and spiritually so what am I to expect, right? at least he's not against any of the """"normal"""" things I identify as like aroace or nonbinary 🙄🙄🙄

but noooo he just can't grasp that I feel the same way about technology the way one would about close friends.

- ♟💭, if that's not taken

This is anti-objectum.

You aren't "stupid" for being close to tech, it sounds like he doesn't understand. Plus if you're fine with the current state of your tech, even if some are broken or glitching, I don't see a need for him to push selling them to get repairs for others.

[kissingmyfloorboards]

I always humanized objects than I got "obsessed for no reason" with literature about attraction to objects. Somehow did not see coming that this would effect how I interact with objects. Like yeah that's Emerson my tv. I say "Hi Emerson!" Everytime I turn him on. I go "Emersooooon?" when he's booting up slow. I got so excited when I first plugged him in a kissed his frame and then got really embarrassed and flustered about it. Somehow it still took time to realize this was indeed some kind of object attraction and not how normal people react to getting a new personal tv

[this-pup-bytes]

ummm edging a tv girl by playing with her antenna and not quite tuning her to the correct channel, leaving her staticky and a mess, begging to just please please please tune her to the correct channel she’s so close omg omgomg-

[mas-o-kissed]

TV objectum hypnotic possession :)

Hypnovember 2025 13 - Dream/Late Night

Michael woke to the feeling of his head banging into the steering wheel and he slammed on the breaks in a panic. In his exhaustion, he’d nodded off at the wheel and veered into a patch of parched grass on the side of the road. He sat there shaking for a moment, adrenaline shocking the tiredness from his system. He needed to get some rest.

He pulled out his phone and searched for nearby lodging. Nothing. He didn’t want to sleep in his car, but it didn’t look like he had a choice, until he caught a glimpse in his rearview mirror.

The motel sign loomed high above in neon red. The fact that he hadn’t noticed it scared him. How long had he been sleep-driving this two ton death machine? He took a breath, turned around, and headed for the sanctuary of the motel.

The place was so old it still had signs advertising “COLD AIR” and “COLOR TV.” The neon red cast an eerie glow over the parking lot.

Michael had no desire to stay in a place like this, but the alternative was a night in his car, where anyone could look in his windows through the black night. The thought gave him a sinking, creeping feeling. At least this motel had locked doors, curtains over the windows. It was better than the alternative.

$45 for a night. The man at the check-in desk gave him a solid, metal key with a plastic fob. The front said his room number, 8. The back had the name in faded, white paint: Late-Nite Motel.

His room was cool and dry. Air conditioned, as advertised. A single square room with a bed. A cabinet hiding the TV. A cramped bathroom at the back. It had gaudy, orange wallpaper adorned with red stars. He didn’t want to think about what lurked in the shag rug.

He was still shaking when he laid on the hard bed. Though he’d tried to calm himself, showered, changed into a comfortable t-shirt, that rush of adrenaline from the near-accident still coursed through his veins. He needed a distraction. He opened the TV cabinet.

“When was the last time they updated these rooms?” He muttered to himself upon seeing the dusty CRT monitor. It was impressive they’d kept the ancient fatback in working order, if it was as old as it looked.

He turned it on and heard the nostalgic click, the brief, high-pitched whine, as it illuminated with static. He hadn’t seen a screen like this since his childhood. He ran a hand over it, feeling the familiar electric tingle. It was pleasant. It reminded him of renting VHS tapes from Blockbuster, watching cartoons on Saturday, keeping the TV on long past midnight because he was terrified of the silence of his old bedroom at night.

He changed the channel. More static. Another channel was completely black. Another seemed to be a news program, but it was so shrouded in snow that it was difficult to make out. Another static channel, under which he could almost make out what sounded like Spanish. It seemed that they had not kept the TV in working order after all.

With a sigh, he switched it off and bundled himself into the bed. He shut his eyes. He tried to count backwards from 10, and when he was still awake, he did so again and again and again until his mind was consumed by quiet sleep.

He wasn’t sure when he had opened his eyes, or when he’d sat up in his bed. In one moment, he was drifting through quiet unawareness. And then he was aware. And he was looking at the TV screen.

It was an old, black and white movie. A coffin-like box on a stage. A man in a black cape. He looked down into the box, and in the box there was a man. The man in the box lay still, half-lidded. He looked relax. The man in the cape spoke to him in deep, soft baritone.

“You’re drifting, now. Drifting down, down, down. Floating on the air. The air is cool and comfortable. You feel comfortable. You’re drifting down. Down. Down.”

Michael’s eyelids fluttered. He wasn’t sure what he was watching, or why. His mind was so tired. He felt warm.

“Down, down, down…”

The image on the screen faded in and out through static. A soft buzzing. The feeling of electricity in the air.

“And as you sink down, it becomes so easy.”

Michael watched the static. Black and white patterns. Dark and light. They tugged at the corners of his senses.

“It becomes easy to let me in.”

He couldn’t tell the difference between the static and the dark motel room. Static seemed to creep from the walls, around the ceiling.

“Let me in.”

Everything was static. The whole world was a blizzard of electricity and light and shadow.

“Let me in, Michael.”

Michael closed his eyes and still saw static. He felt the tingles of the CRT screen. They washed over him. Tingling waves. Sparks of feeling. He felt them tickle up his body, between his legs, into his stomach, through his chest, and around and around and around in his brain. He felt himself falling deeper and deeper. His head hit the pillow and static sparks lit up the air like raindrops in the sun.

He heard laughter. An unfamiliar, echoing voice. He felt it bubbling up from his throat. The joy moved through him in shockwaves.

Down.

Down.

Down.

And through, until the screen went dark.

He woke up later than he meant to, but he felt energized. When he gave back his key, the man at the check-in desk got a static shock. “Sorry,” he said.

The man sighed. Printed his receipt. “Where to?” He asked, casually.

“Reno,” said Michael. “Visiting my sister.” He ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t seem to shake the static cling. And then, he felt a strange shock at the back of his brain. His head felt fuzzy. “And then I’m going to LA,” he said, a drowsy lilt in his voice. “I’m going to… have a career in television.”

The man scoffed, “Alright, well good luck bud.”

“Thank you,” said Michael, still in a daze.

It felt good to be back behind the wheel of his car. Even though he’d spent the whole day before driving, this sense of freedom felt new.

He turned onto the long, flat road and made his way West.

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[tarotsexual]

big win for techums at the walmarts today

[rodionthesilliest]

i have a really pretty tv in my room

I can play Nintendo games on her and stuff

I like her

:3