#samrambles

far be it for me to support queerbait in any form without, idk, being a class traitor, but old school queerbait, terrible as it was, was also weirdly inclusive so that they get the queerbaiting right lmao

parasocial relationships with famous people (any famous person, they don't even have to be anyone of real skill or note) have rotted brains and critical thinking and, most notably, critical analysis of fictional characters. interchanging the interaction with one for the other is what i imagine is the reason why people push for fictional characters' independence and autonomy because real people's independence and autonomy are threatened all the time within parasocial relationships so this concept of vigilant protection of these people are being conflated with the needless protection of fictional characters

media literacy is not necessarily dead despite my grumbling, but i also know that being literate and fluent in media and communications at this point also relies on being information literate, being digitally literate, and being values literate and that's a lot and few of those things are being supported, especially in conjunction with each other

Hiiii I'm Sam! You can also call me Jet :3

This is my main Tumblr account y'all. I'm mainly into Disney Planes, Cars, Top Gun, Transformers and Thunderbirds. (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

I draw sometimes, and I write. I'm a horrible creature, to be honest >:3

(btw if you don't have a blog name/posts/anything to prove ur human you're getting send to the hangar [aka ur getting blocked])

Tagsssss (more to be probably added):

Art: #storecream fr fr

Fics: #SamRambles

Answered asks: #SamAnswers

Jet: #Jet

Slight NSFW (nothing too bad that's on my alt): weenis mentioned

Other accounts:

Twitter: SamCat71470558

DeviantArt: SamCatproducties

NSFW acc: @sam-but-naughty

RPs as:

Alan Tracy: @thunderbird-3-best-bird

Puppet Alan: @stringbean-alan

Jet: @asking-jet-questions

Lucille "Lucy" Tracy: @mama-bird-tracy

Damian Willow: @gdf-cadet-willow

weak for my blorbos:

✨Starscream

✨Soundwave

✨Blade Ranger

✨Delta, Echo and Bravo (Braveltacho my beloved...)

✨all the Tracy boys <3 (TAG)

✨Buff (batwheels)

✨Superman/Clark Kent (MAWS)

my true form:

Skipping the small talk is always okay; you are welcome to throw an infodump at me. I love to listen. I will never be weirded out by your level of interest in something. In my house, this is called Obsession Of The Week and my partner and I both do it (I have ADHD with a lot of hyperfocus).

I will not be offended by the timing of messages. You can drop out in the middle of a conversation any time. You can be afk for 2 weeks and then pick up where you left off (as long as I can do the same - I have severe anxiety and sometimes I have to just stop talking).

Questions are always okay. I am happy to hash out details until we understand each other. I will ask precise questions if I don’t understand, because I don’t like to make assumptions about what you meant. 

If you want to establish protocol, I’ll stick to it. I’m good at being consistent. Some of the rules in my house are: “Give me context when you want to have a conversation about feelings, so that I know what you want from me,” and “If I say ‘epistemological safe word’, that means I can’t tell if you’re being serious. When you hear that phrase, stop and tell me if you’re joking or not.”

Consent is everything. I will ask before I vent. I will tag whatever you need me to tag. I am not entitled to any level or kind of interaction with you. I will respect boundaries. I will change my vocabulary if needed. I am in the habit of asking “Can I hug you?” before even typing *hug*.

I have 2, actually. Ray and his boyfriend BeepBoop.

Basically, Ray's a coastguard helo who works in the Netherlands. He's a great SAR operator, trains the younger adrenaline junky trainees, and patrols the area around the docked aircraft carrier in Den Helder. He's a little silly, often making jokes, but he's also a good listener.

BeepBoop on the other hand is a much quieter and more stoic. He's a naval helo, stationed on the docked carrier. He's a captain, and works with his men and ship like a real unit. He's also secretly pretty emotional when in private, and will cry when watching Top Gun (Goose reminds him of his old wingman Roadhog😔)

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So one day BeepBoop's ship is out for maintenance, and the helo, tired as shit, forgets about that. And that's how he ends up lost over sea, out of range for his base's radios with little hope to return. Sure, he's had worse, but right now he's scared. Scared because, in his eyes, his crew and ship vanished into thin air. Luckily, there's a certain SAR helo out on patrol, who happens to find him. Ray brings him back to shore, quietly explaining what'd happened while BeepBoop's eyes grow tired. He ends up staying the night at Ray's hangar, too tired and out of fuel to try and get back to base. Luckily Ray managed to let them know he's safe.

(warning: sad, but kind of heartwarming too)

My dad and his two brothers have a favorite stretch of woods - mostly for hunting and fishing, also mushrooms and the yarrow patch. There’s a spot only known to them (and now me) up on a ridge by the creek, beside a deer trail. My uncle used to chase deers up out of that creek valley, just runnin’ through the woods in his bare feet and mountain-man beard. When he died, we planted his ashes (illegally) between the roots of two big old pines because he’d wanted to ‘feed the trees’. 

There’s no marker there. My dad and my other uncle knew how to find it, just from the land and the trees and the deer trails. When my dad died the following year, I planted his ashes there with his brother. My surviving uncle took me out into those woods and passed down how to find the place - where to branch off from the public trail, the elevation changes to look for, the ridge, the pines. He showed me the yarrow patch and we took some home to keep for tea.

When we planted my dad, I felt the need to cut my hair. I hadn’t done it since he died. I don’t know why I needed to, but I needed to - and I needed to do it at the pines, alone, with a knife. My uncle didn’t bat an eye - just lent me his sharpest one and ushered the rest of the family off back to the house to give me space.  My uncle gets it. Any time I get ready to go camping, he lends me gear and we spend an afternoon tinkering and testing fire-starters and fish traps and packing little kits of handy things. When I visit him, he sends me home with maple syrup and I can say “I sat under the tree that was tapped from”. He helps his ancient farmer neighbor out with the apple trees every year and the neighbor gives him a few bushels of apples, which he dehydrates with cinnamon to make basically fruit candy. He bought a bunch of cheap hardware-store test cans of paint in all different colors and a grab-bag of colored hinges and handles and re-did his cupboards with them, making sure that no cupboard had the same color paint, hinges, or handle.