#rationale

[velvetafterdark]

You’re a big bot; long gone is your young, skinny frame. You haven't been able to see your pedes in centuries; your soldiers might think you don't notice, but you've heard the snickers. You’re an old, fat bastard.  And still, you feel absolutely massive.

I absolutely love how @chubbybots gives their bots such thick tree-trunk thighs, and I wanted to draw a scene from Rationale, sooooo here we are.

[stringcage]

reference photo explains my self indulgent hobbitization of jean's hair

[dxsole]

THE FLESH IS LOVE, THE FLESH MAKES US ONE

Truman Nash

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Have you ever been hungry? Like truly famished? Even though Truman ate well in his youth, his Mother never really minded the snacks he brought home from corner stores or had as leftovers from elementary school lunches. He always had a meal and a snack at the ready— but he was always left unsatisfied. It could have been because Mom and Dad were always fighting and it curdled his stomach and made keeping food down a little difficult. It could have been because he ran away from home one morning only to return in the evening from his adventures to find they hadn’t even realized he was gone. It could have been because he’s never felt so satisfied as the day he bit the edge of Jeffery Grant’s ear off when they had gotten into a playground tussle in the Sixth Grade—

Oh, but suddenly they took notice. Suddenly they’re so shocked that their quiet, shy son could be so violent. There was some deliberation, seeing as the attack had been so vicious, and it was agreed upon that he would be put into Juvenile Hall, only to be moved to a more specialized facility after confessing that he had rather enjoyed it and might do it again if Jeffery didn't stop being a jerk.

Again, his parents took notice. His Mom had called him a monster, hysterically crying as Truman sat and looked on, very confused. A monster? Him? He’s never done anything wrong in his entire life— minus the ear incident. And minus the squirrelincident, but that one had been an accident.

For nearly a year he was locked away, writing his desires in notebooks, reading and cataloging all he could about cannibalism, seeing as that was the term they kept using for his actions. It’s an interesting read, he’ll be the first to tell you, and while the hospital staff were cautious about releasing him, laws are laws and he had more than served his sentence.

It wasn't long until he would do it again and was back in the hospital, only to be released the following year. One day, he was suddenly 18 with nowhere to go. He was free though and he had his GED. As Truman saw it, he could do whatever he wanted.

Of course, the hunger reminded him that all that previous research was much different than practice, that he was indeed starving for something that he had yet to taste. Well, he still remembered how Jeffery’s flesh had tasted on his lips, he remembers it so vividly in fact...

His new diet consists mostly of meat. First, he tries every animal he could; it’s all good but not good enough. It never settles on his tongue well. Then he tries it raw and it just makes him sick. It’s when he gets the job as a janitor at a small local hospital that he finds what he was always looking for; people.

He sort of stumbled upon it, really. He admired an orderly he met, having made his first good friend in many years...only to appear saddened when he’s told by management that the other has suddenly disappeared. But it’s alright; Truman can hold onto the memory of the other forever...because he’s got a piece of him inside.

The cycle continues when he runs out of Tubberware containers of human meat— those who want to leave the hospital earn a visit from Truman; patients who once were nice to him that are suddenly ready for discharge, co-workers that are nice to him but don't seem to want spend time with him outside of work, fellow service workers that want to retire or change jobs and leave him.

Truman found a way to ensure no one could ever leave him again. And for once, he’s satisfied.

Hometown: Wichita, Kansas, USA Birth Date: March 28, 1991 Orientation: Heterosexual Height: 5'11"

[dk-thrive]

Always sensible, always rational, always ready to assume responsibility. Couldn’t that eventually give rise to a destructive longing for the opposite?

— Karl Ove Knausgaard, The Third Realm: A Novel. Martin Aitken, translator. (Penguin Press, October 1, 2024) 

[maybeasunflower]

My laptop (again) spent the night refusing to acknowledge that it can be charged/powered via the docking station it came with. So after unplugging and replugging and rebooting multiple times, I've reached the login screen, where experience tells me I need to wait five minutes for the battery to charge enough for the log-in process not to cause it to reboot.

Anyway, that's why I've been reblogging so much (via my phone) in the last half hour.

[theycantalk]

cat rationale

[bastillemxfans]

Dan at The Ivors 2023 yesterday

📸 Joe Maher // Rationale

[thetartareanphilosopher]

Perusing the settings of my fledgeling blog I come across something both curious and maddening in equal measure. The toggle which regulates the kinds of topics allowed to be shown on the website, all intrinsically set to "Hide". Are you not to adjust it to the "Show" option, you shall not encounter discussion of violence, sexual themes and graphic content of an explicit nature. How telling is this petty attempt at censorship, hidden in plain sight for all to see yet forced upon those who are not as inquisitive or thorough enough to check? In the truest sense of the word, this is illustrative of what kind of individuals are responsible for this blogging site, and subsequently why it has amassed the collection of people that sincerely use it and live by it. The discussion of anything deemed "Mature" is shunned, with masses flocking to their "Safe Spaces" instead of confronting reality, leaping to the next best platform they can consort through that enables this deluded behavior. Could the human race have achieved great feats if every attempt at parley was shut down and placed behind bars? The real world is not a "Safe Space". It would do you well to know this.