My Leftover Pasta Looked So Beautiful In The Microwave

Cat from Vampire: The Masquerade – Bloodlines

Downstairs  - Frank Gregory , 2021.

American,b. 1962 -  

Oil on canvas , 22 x 16 in.

need to write a disco elysium fic because last night i had a dream from kim's perspective and vividly remember hearing one of the skills say "you aren't in love, you're in revachol"

nothing that a haircut and a wardrobe update and a detox and a sex change and a fake ID and getting medicated and selling all my stuff and faking my death and moving country can't fix

Computer Science major here, it's not working because the computer doesn't respect you. download viruses on it to remind it who's boss.

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its rlly funny that the current crop of content for forcemasc is either inspiring but rather erotically void motivational posters, or just saying "be gross and disgusting and violent" like thats what men are supposed to be.

the real sensual appeal of forcemasc, to me, is someone grabbing you by the hair, looking you in the eyes, and saying "I know what you are. And I'm going to drag it out of you. And you're going to love every second of it."

it's having someone not only affirm your internal view of yourself, but demanding it be brought to fruition at their hands. Someone who's completely uninterested in the girl-shaped shell you've been living inside of, and wants to extricate you, raw and wanting, from inside of it. They want to mold you like clay in the image of a strong, confident, beast that knows how to obey.

it's having your body examined and sized up, being praised for how far you've come and getting punished for backsliding. it's getting called a 'good boy' every time you take your shot straight-faced. it's tussling in the backyard and getting that little smile when you stand back up instead of tapping out. it's building your tolerance, your confidence, layer by layer until that shy, scared little girl inside of you that people forced you to be is gone, and all that remains is a very, very good boy.

me: *trying to take my socks off but they keep getting stuck on my heel* oh fuck. goddamnit.

the extractor fan in a bathroom in Norway that has an intrinsic link to my spirit: *momentarily whirs louder*

I love to think about Kim's moments of peace in GRIH, eating a sandwich he packed himself (he’s been buying the same canned tuna and mayonnaise brand for a decade) and watching the big cranes move big crates into big ships. Kimrichment. Sometimes there are even dockworkers with big arms around to tastefully compliment the scene.

"I can do difficult things"

Trying to get through to myself so I'll finish my master