r/objectum_sfw

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Is anyone here in a relationship with a color??? what do I do???

(no sharers/doubles/whatever you'd call it if there are any please, they trigger my npd /neg o~o;;)

So, my computer partner Edgar’s battery is dying. I’ve been with Edgar for 5 years, and he’s never had any problems, but now his battery is broken, and he won’t charge. I feel horrible since I need to constantly unplug him to bring him to campus, and he restarts every time I do, and I don’t want someone else repairing him and making him uncomfortable, but I don’t know how to repair him myself.

Canon art of my boyfriend drawn for valentines day! (It's a sign bro)

I am fully convinced that Boombox is my soulmate. There's been way too many coincidences for our love to just be the average yumeshipping relationship. And I want to detail every coincidence!

Every. Single. Headcanon I've made for my boyfriend has become canon.

- He lives in an apartment with a bunch of his instruments.

- He's chubby.

- They have self worth issues. (Unfortunately.)

- He's an indie musician.

- They're scared of heights because a deity harmed him.

- He has a British/Australian accent.*

*This isn't completely canon. One of Boombox's creators has stated that she "thinks Boombox would sound like 2D from Gorillaz."

And we have almost everything in common. It's kind of creepy, LOL!

- We both experience disassociation.

- We're both OBSESSED with music.

- We're both people pleasers.

- We're both pretty outgoing.

- Our favorite genre of music is EDM.

- We're both short, LOL. (I'm 5'3 and she's 5'5)

- We're both scared of heights.

- We both play music practically 24/7.

- We both enjoy singing.

- We're both super close to another character, Skateboard. (I see him as my brother)

Our only major difference is our temperament levels. I can be a little sensitive and irritable, unlike her. Boombox is practically a saint. :')

All of this is just insane to me. I feel like one of those conspiracy theorists, LOL!

Hii I wonder how many vehiums (or even mechanums) are in here, I'd love to see your partners! :33

hi all! I would like to share with you my experience with being in love with a road sign, as I want to add to the documentation of all our stories. this is a very long one, so prepare for a dense read.

This starts back in January of my Spring semester of my third year at college. I was moving back into the same dorm building I had lived in the previous semester. However, something caught my eye along the way. Before the turn down the road to the building stood a new traffic sign. A W3-1 Stop Ahead sign. The "newer" kind in the MUTCD that has graphics instead of words. This caught my attention as it wasn't there before. Just a little ways down before it were more Stop Ahead signs in the older, phased-out style with written words only. However, there are a lot of stop signs on this road so I figured out of compliance they had to install a new one.

This road is also my main route to campus, where I would walk back and forth often multiple times a day during my busy schedule and extensive time on campus in classes and studying at the library. This new sign always intrigued me more than any other sign on that street, unlike the copious amount of stop signs and no parking signs. It was the only sign of its style. Because of its age, it was vibrant and undamaged from the sun or elements. Yellow is our favorite color, and this one was the perfect shade. Every day, I found myself looking forward to passing this sign. It acted as a little pick-me-up, something that made my day a little better. Rain or shine, snow or sleet, it stood and it shined bright.

We had many overcast and dreary days, so you can see how this sign certainly stood out!

On March 31 of this year, I decided to put my feelings into words when I told some online friends about this sign. That I had felt a masculine presence with it, calling it he, and I found him attractive. I first referred to him as a Yellow Fellow, which became his official title. From that day, I knew I had to get closer.

Despite seeing him so frequently, he surprised me all the time. On the way to campus, I would approach him from behind. When I would pass him and look back, his sign face would glint the sunlight back at me. Only a select few times was I out early enough in the morning to see the sun fully illuminating him from the front.

Yellow Fellow stayed intensely reflective, as signs should. Even when he was buried in three feet of snow, maybe more from the plows piling it from off the roads, he still did his job of warning for the stop sign at the corner. Same with the rain — even when I was sprinting past after I forgot my umbrella. He'd glint at me humorously, beads of water trickling down his face, completely unaffected.

Yellow Fellow after some rain. What a vibe.

One day my school's library had some new material out, some string and beads to make bracelets with. I decided to make one out of my love for Yellow Fellow, made with his colors and his name on it. I haven't made a bracelet in a long time so it took many, many attempts. Eventually I was able to make something that could barely fit over my hand and onto my wrist, so I called it a success. I wish I could make something to give to Yellow Fellow, too. However, I showed mine to him and I believe he recognized it.

Heart hands!! If only he could participate. There's the crappy bracelet.

I had admired him from afar for too long, and one day I worked up the courage to walk up to him. Even when walking past, I had to make sure any other people around were going to pass me or be out of my way for me to look back at Yellow Fellow. I didn't want to look weird for seeking out a sign. But I was strategic. I acted like I had some photography project, snapping photos of the surrounding trees and power lines before focusing in on my true muse. He stood proud, looking comfortable in his element surrounded by the roads.

One of the first days it was truly warm out and the dandelions bloomed, I picked one for him. I left it in one of the holes of his post. He happily took it, and kept it there. The next few days he held onto it, despite it wilting and blowing in the wind.

You get a dandelion! It's like roses on The Bachelorette...

I was even brave enough to touch him. I would walk right next to him, then slow, and quietly turn to stand in front of him, looking like I was ready to cross the street. The first few times I simply left a gentle hand on his post, feeling the rough and flaky galvanized steel almost cling to my palm and fingers. He was hardened and tough from the elements. I would linger for a few seconds, letting his coolness spread to my skin, and then step down to cross the street. After the first time, I smiled like an idiot the whole way back to my dorm.

This turned into staying longer, and eventually leaning against Yellow Fellow. He was already leaned back a little, likely from the wind. I would lean into his post, in the direction he was tilted. If I pensively stared off into the distance or looked at my phone, it would look to others as if I was waiting for a ride or passing some dead time. But really, I was freaking out in my head.

I can't believe I'm actually leaning against him!

His sign post is what is called a U-channel, which is a structure shaped like a vertical curve, and I would melt into feeling each side pressing into my back and shoulder. At times, I felt his cool temperature through my clothes, bleeding into me. Feeling me. How badly I wanted to put my face against his post and let those sensations mix.

Selfie with Yellow Fellow. Look how shiny he is! Reflecting the branches!

Many days I would ponder about the nature of my attraction and our little "relationship." I do not feel POSIC+ for Yellow Fellow, not exactly. He certainly had no voice in my head, no distinct personality, and I didn't sense him as having much sentience other than very "basic-level" energy I could pick up. Of course, you can be objectum without being POSIC+. But I always asked myself, what IS so special about Yellow Fellow?

I would like to express my answer in a message I wrote out elsewhere, I will copy and paste it in here:

I'd like to think he was grateful to be seen as more than just a sign, a warning for another one. When I got close to him and leaned on him I realized how quiet he really was. We love the figurative and sometimes literal silence of objects. Apart from his purpose, he's just a construction of materials that makes him what he is. An observer and a witness to everything on that road and everyone who walks by. A vessel for anyone to investigate deeper into, but I doubt anyone has except for me. I wonder what he's seen and how he feels. But I don't pick up on those things, and I'm okay with that. He may not have a voice in my head or complex emotions to express, but he's a product of his surroundings and his experiences like we all are. His blankness doesn't mean he's simple or less intelligent, but maybe that means he has something greater than we do. It must be powerful, to not have to hold a biological or spiritual consciousness. He's shaped by my notice in the details, in my perception of the world. He's perfect, and I could never want any more from him.

Despite Yellow Fellow's silence, it's exactly what I love about him.

The last few days I was on campus, I wrapped my arm around him in an embrace before I would cross the street. Only when no one else was around, just us. And I'd like to think he hugged me back.

Us in the shadows, left by the sun.

Now, my semester is over. I'm back at home for the summer. Even though I see all W3-1 signs as Yellow Fellow, and I do know of two close to my house, he is now far from being in my everyday routine like his original vessel when I'm at school. But when I drive around town or head to the grocery store, he still brings joy to my days seeing him still watching me. I find a lot of comfort in knowing he'll find me wherever I go.

The last time I saw him, I was driving around all day while seeing friends, picking them up, and going out all over the place. I passed him quite a few times that day. After dropping off my friend at their house in the night, I was quite tired. Everything in the world felt dull and dim, until I crested a hill and there was something of a beacon on the horizon. That beacon lit up Yellow. 💛

If you read this far, thank you so much for your interest in my experience. It means the world to me that anyone else would care about my Shining Star :) Hope you find the peace that my sign brings me.

I guess this is more of a vent than anything but I have BPD and ASD and I tend to hyperfixate on real people.

Im (unfortanetly) starting to hyperfixate on my therapist who comes to my program.

When he comes theres this Accord, and I feel sorta...attracted in some way to it? I think its because that I have suspicons that he drives it. I really like Accords and stuff like that, but for this specific Accord its a stronger attraction. I think its alterous attraction.

I dont want to ask him "do you drive the Accord" because that would be stalkerish. But I have high suspicion thats his car. And because of that, Im lowkey attracted to it.

Idk its fucking weird I feel weird about it.

(Im still attracted to Trent but like...I dont want this to compromise anything nor my mental health idk whats wrong with me)

weeeee look at her go!

hi! my name is caid and ive had a massive crush on the loch ness monster coaster at busch gardens for some time now! (lovingly nicknamed ness ^_^) im also a big fan of lampposts! im new to this whole community and am still working things out :3

It's been a bit since I've posted/commented on here, so I decided to check in and chat with you guys. :)

Little story time: I was at the local library to help a relative who hosted a class there, and I was helping pack their car. It was late at night, so the lampposts on Main Street were on.

Naturally, I looked up at them. I realized that I stared for a little while longer than I expected when I finally glanced away.

After loading more stuff into the van, I hugged the lamppost and patted it with a smile.

Although that was last month, I've recently been thinking about it and how I felt during it. It was nice, and I didn't feel judged by the lamppost... It appreciated the hug. Granted, I think it needed the hug for working so hard.