If I Don’t Finish My Essay At Least The Birds Will Still Be Chirping. If I Fail Econ At Least The Sky

I can’t believe I’m playing Disco Elysium and sometimes get really good thoughts about it and then post them and word them well and they get a ton of notes and resonate with people and I’m glad I can take a game or piece of media I like and make beautiful poetry and analysis of it.

And then other times I think to myself: “wow. there is a kind of eroticism about the feld building.”

what’s news with you?

if it doesn't sound fetishistic to say you're attracted to people with long hair or freckles or wide hips or dark brown eyes that look almost black, then it shouldn't sound fetishistic to say you're attracted to fat people. If it's not inherently a fetish to say you like people with sculpted backs or toned arms or six packs or small breasts or a coke bottle figure, then why would it be fetishistic to like a soft face with a double chin, or a round stomach, or big legs rippling with cellulite or stretch marks on rolls. you can find a fat person attractive. you can love the way their cheeks press up to meet the corners of their eyes, or the way their arms look, or the way their love handles spill out of their clothes. you can just. like fat people. you can say you like fat people. do you ever think how strange it is? how someone may think you're some sort of "perverse" weirdo for just...liking a body? how strange it is to put these precursory disclaimers of "not to be weird, but", "I don't mean it in that way, but", "I'm not a chubby chaser, but", or "I know it's kind of problematic, but..." could you imagine if it was any other body?

"not to sound like a muscle gain fetishist, but I love women with athletic bodies. It might sound weird, but I love short kings. I don't mean it in a weird way, but I love girls with hip dips."

It would seem strange. unnecessary. one may even assume there is some sort of guilt or fear you're hiding because it's normal to have things you like. it's normal to find certain things cute, hot, sexy.

you can sexually desire fat people and enjoy that they are fat. you can do that.

also, if you genuinely have a fetish (or deep sexual attraction if u for whatever reason are uncomfortable with the word fetish) for something that is found on larger bodies (bellies, fupas, thighs, underarms with fat/breast tissue in them, sagging breasts, big arms with skin that wobbles, cankles), or for a bigger body in and of itself (because I know some of y'all still want to sever yourselves from this), there is nothing wrong with that. people have fetishes for hands and teeth and earlobes and kneecaps and butts and shoulders and calves. what makes their thing any more acceptable than yours? there is nothing wrong with being aroused by bigger bodies.

please do not add tags and reblog this with "except when such and such is involved". I am not bringing those situations up for a reason. do not attempt to pivot this post into a thinkpiece on the objectification and/or abuse of fat bodies, ESPECIALLY if you yourself are not fat.

this is coming from the perspective of a Black person. Namely, a Black Nigerian-American person. Where I come from, there is a cultural, pre-colonial practice of gaining weight (and yes, particularly getting fat) to accentuate beauty. my body was handed down to me lovingly by my ancestors. i love my fat.

and if you love it too, that's okay. ♡

Okay the people want more! Anyway I couldn’t help but notice how erotic it is when Harry’s touching the MC for the first time, specifically like the levers, it’s very reminiscent of the Gatsby Nick Elevator Shaft paragraph, perhaps a nod to his earlier disco days handling other phallic objects. Kim works on this car so much he smells of oil and transmission fluid, he’s enveloped in his scent becoming indistinguishable from it. The MC’s engine gets to be loud, waking up those in the Whirling, but the loudness is something Kim’s proud of, something that he doesn’t want to change because he can’t get loud himself, his consciousness doesn’t let him do anything but act composed at all times. And when it’s 7.2 engine revs, you know Kim’s mind goes a million miles per hour with the same velocity as his car. It’s the closest he can be to a speedfreak while not being an aerostatic pilot. When Harry did the aces low, the think the MC felt the jolt of another revolutionary.

Playing DE day 2 and getting an interfacing thought…I believe in the idea that the Coupris Kineema is an extension of Kim, or how he wants to be. Savoir Faire to the max, getting decked out, getting touched by Harry, a familiar Clutch in the way he grips it’s levers. Whatever on earth “supercharged” and “porno tuning” is. It’s Kim’s soul, and he feels when Harry taps the glass on the fuel gauge, also jumping in surprise.

the gun = the mastermind since both rantaro and kaede reached to end the killing game

Turning on the stove getting the ingredients and cooking.

ok so even in canon we see takeda ogle ukai whenever he’s coaching karasuno and is super impressed with how much he knows about volleyball and his passion and how he inspires and guides his team and do better right. So what I think we as a country need to see is ukai having free time or something and deciding to go sit in one of takeda’s classes. What he doesn’t expect is to get absolutely blown away by how smart the guy is when it comes to his subject matter. Japanese literature is *his* thing, and he’s gonna explain it to his students with such rigor and understanding that it’s ukai’s turn to be floored and to ogle at his colleague.

if women are bourgeois…are men disco?

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hey girl thanks for serving me dinner by any chance do you have any little silverware that you stole from airplanes pre 9/11 when they allowed metal forks and spoons on planes thanks sorry