Tag: rennegades rambles

I don’t like RPF. 

It seriously squicks me out and makes me shudder and just. ugh. no. please, stop.

but

buuuuuut

for some reason I am fine with Rooster Teeth based RPF. Maybe it’s because they publically acknowledge and even like some of the RPF/AUs that they’ve come across.

maybe it’s because I can mentally divorce “Minecraft!Gavin” from “real world!Gavin” and so on, and so it’s more of a character than a person.

maybe.

that really doesn’t explain how/why Lindsay and Michael became my OTP to end all OTPs. it’s really awkward to ship real life couples.

aw man. I had to go and look up why Terezi needs a protection week. I haven’t been on Paradox Space since it first launched; had completely forgotten about it actually.

but

mercy mary

do you fucking know how much it sucks when people do that? Because I do. The very first time I ever tried to DM a game that is what happened.

That was SIXTEEN YEARS AGO.

I haven’t DMed since. Every time I think about it, I flash back to having my players get up from the table to go play video games and watch tv within the first fifteen minutes. That kinda kills your confidence.

and right now I’m about to fucking cry because I’m thinking about it again. Good lord.

y’know

I first picked this username because rennergades was taken. as in Jeremy Renner

I think if I’d actually gotten that name, I would’ve changed it a long time ago

rennegades is just awesome

Many years ago I promised my parents and grandparents that I would never smoke. Last week I broke that promise.

I took two puffs on a cigarette because it is no secret that I have no ability to resist peer pressure when it’s something I want to do.

Seriously. I’ve been fighting the temptation for a good seventeen years now. That’s longer than some of my followers are old!

anyways I gave in and I have no desire to smoke ever again.

I just told my mother that.

I have also realized that my cheekbones are AMAZING

like, mom told me a good decade ago that there are folk out there who get surgery for cheekbones as amazing as mine, but I have so many issues with my face that I really don’t notice them except when I feel like being exceptionally vain.

Which is today. Aw yeah.

I thiiiiiink the last time I watched through that 70s show I mentioned on here the parallels between Red and Bob and my dad Rob and our neighbour Bob, yes? I know I told dad because he snickers over it every now and again.

Watching through it this time around I have found more ways to equate the Foreman family to mine. In that Laurie and I are very similar: both flunked out of our first year of college, live at home with our parents, can get our fathers to do… pretty much anything if we ask (although I hate asking), and have to be told to put clothes on.

This struck me as my dad came back from Home Depot, looked down the stairs and said “Get dressed. Bob’ll probably be here within the hour. You know how he is”

(by which he means: Bob looks out the window, sees the car in the driveway, grabs a case of beer and comes on over to chat. Dad carries on like he hates it, but he secretly loves it)

A little headcanon before bed…

When Steph “died”, it wasn’t entirely a falsehood. She did actually flatline, and as such was dead for the few minutes it took to bring her back. She wound up in a coma for a couple months before coming out and starting on the road to recovery.

Of course, getting a comatose patient out of Gotham in secret is a bit harder in practise than theory; when Bruce was looking in to making sure Leslie had actually left, he made note of the comatose patient she was “accompanying back to the girl’s parents” and put two and two together. (Not that it was all that hard). Bruce’s own feelings of guilt over what had happened to Steph keeps him from going after Leslie and his not-quite-dead Robin.

The lack of a memorial in the cave was in part because he knew she was alive and in part because of the different circumstances between her death and Jason’s. The memorial was there to help spur him onwards, to remind him why the mission comes first. To put one there for Steph would have been less a reminder of the mission and more a reminder that he hurts the people around him just as much as he tries to save them.

Every time I read about thinspiration and fatphobia and all the issues surrounding them, it just makes me think about when I showed my friends a picture of my girlfriend.

I was so excited and happy to share the news that I pulled up a picture of Kate on my phone to share with everyone who came along on our Banff trip. 

Just watching the way my friends’ faces changed from excited and happy for me to confused (and in one case disgusted) has made it so I don’t want to share pictures of her with other people. She’s a large woman; she’s 5’10” and I dunno what her weight is. Don’t really care either. 

But she doesn’t fall into the “standard” ideal of beauty, and aside from a couple of my friends I got this feeling of “why are you dating her?” (with a definite undertone of “that”). It makes me scared of showing her picture to other people. Are they going to call her names behind my back? Are they going to shame me for dating her? 

I just want to be happy. I want to share my happiness with others. I adore Kate, and I don’t like keeping her to myself like this. 

I think she’s gorgeous. She gets more so every time I see her picture/on camera