wasting time

My leftover pasta looked so beautiful in the microwave

In the Long King's era, it was customary to take trophies from fallen rivals. Centuries on, he bears the spines and skulls of his defeated contemporaries upon his own back — to honour them in perpetuity and to remind the world that he is more than a man.

A young citizen of the nation by the unfortunate name of Caul Serrikane is preparing to die. Again.

You’re an organ in the working body of this world, Mallory Glass. No amount of scornful looks and sour remarks is going to change that.

And by the time he finally gets back it's almost 3 am and the bar is about to close while she's sitting there stone cold sober, surrounded by 5 drunk guys unsuccessfully trying to convince her to give up on waiting for him and go home with one of them instead. And the guy shows up to proceed to beat the shit out of them before explaining himself to her like hey sorry bullshit kept happening, my phone fell into a storm drain and my wallet got stolen when I was trying to find someone who'd borrow me a phone so I could call and

That buys her another hour or so and then, finally, her boyfriend makes it back. He looks like shit, hair down and just a mess, he's wearing an entirely different jacket that he got from an alley, and barely recognizable—especially to 5 guys who've been drunk for hours now. He lurks for a minute, finds out what's going on, and proceeds to pull off the trick shot first try. Throws the jacket off, fixes his hair with a hair tie his girlfriend lends him, finally looks like himself again, and THEN beats the shit out of them with the pool cue.

The Watermelon Woman (1996) dir. Cheryl Dunye

I really recommend you do because while it is a rom-com (and a drama), it also looks at how the stories of black queers are over looked in history.

please don't lose the plot of this. if you're a trans person on HRT you're a living miracle, the dream of hundreds of millions of your ancestors. your lives are all deeply meaningful no matter what anyone says.

I think I'm gonna go lay down for a little while.

“bits to use in everyday conversations”

this sounds like a party to me

and with every lie I tell, the prayer-marks spread, and shift across my skin | tsv 33