objectum and POSIC :)

i’m an objectum/conceptum/posic person who wanted to make a seperate blog dedicated to those things

this will mostly be me gushing about my special objects, but there will be short stories and other content on here too!

i’m a minor, so no nsfw stuff, please

check out my coining blog and main: @artsyaech for more of me (dni on that blog also applies here)

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my companions list under cut!

like, i wanna see a post that’s like

“i went to the mall today and saw harold (trashcan). i nodded and said ‘hi harold’”

Oh my god, its a Beauty, i totally get Younger me hahshah

guys, i never see ANY appreciation for carousels. why not? that’s like, the one object i’m ALWAYS attracted to no matter what.

the intricate designs, the beautiful, cohesive colors on all of them.

the way they move

guys, y’all are REALLY sleeping on vinyl records and CDs.

everything about them is breathtaking.

vinyls… the artwork when you open the cover, the intricate ridges in the record itself, the way it shines when the light hits the vinyl.

delicate, fragile, elegant…

the color of the record, no matter what it is, the light will always shine beautifully on it.

i’m excited to work at the library again and being in charge of cleaning the CDs and DVDs. i could stare at the way the light refracts on it for hours.

vinyl lover stimboard

a gift for @runway-houses-city-clouds

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hi, i'm still active!

i've never talked to anyone whose objectum partner is a public establishment, but i have a few ideas as to how to date a public establishment, but since it's a chick-fil-a, i'm not sure if you should actually go there to eat, since... y'know

however, that doesn't mean you can't admire it from afar! maybe you'll even figure out how to establish a relationship without supporting the giant anti-lgbtq capitalists behind it.

i've personally never dated a public object, but you can find your own personal ways and find what's best for you <3

(PT: the car)

You stepped out of your car, the cool summer breeze greeting you. You walked to the entrance of the outdoor exhibition. Your face lit up. There it was. A beautiful car, one of the most stunning you’ve ever seen. You instantly recognized the Mercedes 540k cabriolet… It was black and shiny, in perfect condition. You stepped closer. There wasn’t even a scratch to be seen. The hood and roof gleamed in the sunlight. “She a beaut, isn’t she?” You turned around to see a man with a bowler hat and cane. He was tall and had dark skin and was wearing some 1930s fashion. He apparently took his job very seriously. “Yeah” you muttered and stared back at the car.

You placed your hand tenderly on the hood of the car. “You know, she was first introduced in the 1936 Paris motor show…” the man kept on talking. You didn’t want to ignore him, in fear of being rude, but something made your eyes keep darting back to the beautiful car. When you zoned back in, the man looked as if he’d just asked a question. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” you asked. “Would you like to step inside?” he repeated. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks. You’d like that. You’d very much like that. The man carefully opened the door. You’d never heard of being allowed to step into the cars at these exhibitions. But it must be allowed, since there were other people around doing just that.