Hi there, this is Zranzax - welcome to our Tumblr!
We're a 27yr old autstic, dorky, poly, plural, twenty-something girlthing living in wisconsin with amazing fiancé and our stupid cat 💜
This blog has been used on and off for over a decade now, and has a unique, highly curated blend of content ranging from incredible stupid memes to incredibly horny art, ancient cringe to modern moods. Good luck, Hope you enjoy, and no we will not apologize for being a disorganized mess. It's Tumblr
System Members, tags and more beneath the cut
Members
Lilia (aka Lily)
"The Mask"
She/They
Switchy Catgirl
Public-Facing 'mask', closest of all of us to a 'functional adult', handles most of the not-dying tasks, capable of getting things done
Julia
"The Girlthing"
She/Her
Bnuy :3
Mute - can't talk on her own, usually co-fronts w/ another member to communicate (P) Extroverted and very social despite this, just can't be alone
The 'Center' of our system - shares traits w/ other headmates, is usually around in some capacity.
Sonia
"The overthinker"
She/Her
Sheep
Perpetually tired, Timid, Sleepy, and very often sad. If we're really depressed, she's usually fronting, but just cuz she's fronting doesn't necessarily mean we're depressed
Hyper-critical of herself, overly self-concious about everything she says or does. Can be difficult to differentiate from seth, who tends to be her biggest critic
Esther (aka Est, Jess)
"The Jester"
Any/All (anythin for the bit)
Clowngender Hyena
Lover of stupid puns, constantly trying to find em. Laughter is my favorite thing in the world.
Outgoing, laid back and fun - doesn't tend to overthink or worry about things.
Protector
Gamer
"The Gamer" (pokemon?)
They/She
Aro/Ace, barely any gender
Younger sister to Julia, really really really likes games (Osrs, Smash, Pokemon, Minecraft, TFT). Just love gaming, as a concept or art form, gets super into em
Often comes out as a coping mechanism(/middle space?) for Julia/Sonia when they get overwhelmed
Gameing
Bunny
"The ubny"
She/Bun/It
Very primal (therian?) and sexual, head empty creecher.
Quite possible multiple buns, but bun doesn't come out enough for us to know for sure.
Numbers (N)
"The OS"
It/Its - deep love + understanding of mathematics
Everything is Numbers
Seth
Persecutor/antagonist
He/they/it
Short temper
Mostly kept in check nowadays
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Tags - We tried to make a coherent system, but failed (guess we take after our parents) (. Better than not tagging anything ig, here's some we use a lot. We reblog a lot of stuff on the reblog
it was an entire radio show built around perpetuating a very simple joke, but it was uniquely powerful in its capacity to prompt the reaction I was looking for.
so my slot was at the tail end of rush hour, and i got a fair number of listeners/callers who were on the way home from the office. And like, I had a lot of callers, who almost all wanted to request songs that really didn’t fit with the aesthetic. I had pitched a power pop show when i got my slot, but the callers were not having it; they invariably wanted classic rock.
this made sense in a way. if you think about the demographics of the people who listened to the radio for music in 2010 instead of their ipods or cds or whatever, you’d expect them to skew older right? accordingly, i quickly realized that almost all of the people who called to request songs were Dads of a Certain Age. It was honestly annoying at first - I’m all for most classic rock, but that wasn’t what the show was supposed to be.
And so one day, when i was feeling particularly annoyed with requests that just didn’t fit thematically, i came up with the joke that rapidly became the only reason I kept the show going. Per station rules, I had to play a certain number of pre-recorded PSAs during my show, and before I cut to one I was supposed to read out the song titles and artists for all the music i had played before the break. So this one day when i had to inform the world before the break that the song they just heard was, per a listener’s request, Hey Jude by the Beatles, I decided to do a goof. I said:
“and finally, that last song you heard was Hey Jude, which was of course written and performed by the Rolling Stones.”
I barely had time to get the ads going before the phone started ringing. See, I had been assuming people would realize i was making an obvious joke by claiming one of the most well-known Beatles tracks was a Stones song, but i had failed to consider that my listeners were mostly 55-70 year old dads who were irritated from a long day in the office.
And when those dads heard me, a millennial woman, get the artist of an extremely well-known beatles song WRONG???!
they HAD to call in to correct my ignorance. never in a polite way either, it was condescending and annoyed or nothing. and like, they were just SO personally insulted by my inaccurate reporting that it took a massive amount of effort for me to avoid cracking up during the call. I had never understood why some people would enjoy trolling random strangers on the internet before, but in that moment, I understood the appeal entirely.
obviously i did it again right before the next commercial break, immediately after playing Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen David Bowie.
the phone immediately began to ring.
“ARE YOU AN IDIOT?” one of the callers began, “DAVID BOWIE???? THAT WAS QUEEN!”
“I thought David Bowie was the lead singer of Queen though?” I replied with as much innocent earnestness as i could conjure.
I could hear an intake of breath as the infuriated boomer on the other end of the line struggled to figure out where to even start.
@eduards-stuff I kept doing the same joke for an hour a week for an entire year, and the dads NEVER caught on. After episode 1 of the new format I started taking the angry dad calls on air, which added another layer of hilarity to the whole concept.
My friends on campus knew that hay I was doing and enjoyed tuning in, but only one actual listener ever figured out what I was doing, and he was literally a random 30 year old guy from the netherlands with access to an early internet connection radio service. He was possibly my only actual fan. I only know about him because he went to the effort of making a skype and paying for international service so he could call in, and while I got a few calls from him, the first remains my favorite:
me: hi there, you’ve got TST-
him: *strained, wheezing dutch laughter*
me: hey, is everything o-
him: pfffHAHAHAAH YOU MAKE THEM SO MAD. THEY THINK SO LITTLE OF YOUUUUUUUU BUT THE MEN ARE THE ONES WHO ARE FOOLISH! HA! HA! HA! YOU HAVE DUPED THEM!
me: sir i do not know you and i have never even seen you but i am in romantic love with you.
It’s a mess here: someone looked your gift dark horse in the mouth, led it to water, and jumped back on it. Your ducks aren’t in a row, someone counted the chickens before they hatched. Your geese are silly, your brown cows aren’t explaining how, and every one of these sheep is a wolf but they don’t even notice with the amount of wool over their eyes. I’m fining you one million gold coins.
Sorry, Millennials, but recent paleontologist findings and hyolaryngeal apparatus reconstructions no longer support the hypothesis that "rawr" means "I love you" in dinosaur.
love when im having a meltdown about something mostly insignificant because i have the disproportionate emotional response disorder that makes me have disproportionate emotional responses & someone pipes in like come on its not that serious like is that so i hadnt thought about that ill kill us both
People these days probably don't know about how if you went looking for hentai 20 years ago it was extraordinarily easy to come across sites that exclusively focused on porn of the Flintstones characters
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