#Enloe

[bamanathan]

[icybreaths]

|| @enlos-sombras || continuing from here ||

She regards the gnawed limb casually, throws a glance back his way as if to say, ‘is that all?’ in a silent jest.

She would happily take would she was given.

There’s a ghost of a smile as she rummages through her hakama pocket and pulls out a small, gently curved knife.

Kneeling, she starts to the skin the leg to its bones.

“Yer a gem. Thanks.” Tossing a nod in his direction, she added, “If ya want the meat ‘ere you’n take it. I just want the bones.”

[shironezuninja]

Crazy to believe that the creation of Deadpool makes him a year older than Sonic the Hedgehog.

[icybreaths]

"Wouldn't be real fun if ya called me what ya'd call every Shini' now would it?"

She sees that he's playing passive and unbothered with her now. For the best was her initial thought, but she had an itch to get him back.

With a quick shunpo her long nails ghost along his jugular and her mouth is aligned with his right ear. With a frosty breath, she says, "Name's Jewel."

“Grimmjow.”

He doesn’t turn back, only keeps walking, seemingly uncaring of his pace and if she keeps up or not. “Didn’t give enough of a shit to ask yours, but if yer plannin’ on sticking around, might as well tell me now. Or I can just keep calling you reaper.”

Asshole.

[pepsdraw]

enlo pepo luv u can I ask u a big favor would really appreciate it pls can you send me the 4 digits on the back of your credit card number ty appreciate it

I kiss you in the mouth

[bianczsx]

hahahahaahahaha enlo

[mikuluvu]

CURLY X TRANS!MASC READER FLUFF PLEASE <3

A/n: Enlo anon! Thank you for the request! Your the 2nd person to make a request :))) i luv writing for curly wth. But idk if you want The curly... Or the crispy curly :p

TRANS!MASC READER X CURLY

Warnings: NAUR, BUT I DID PLANNED A SINGLE SENTENCE ANGST HAHHA

Curly found himself getting a cup of coffee. It was late… too late for most of the others to still be awake, but for you, late night convo’s with him was becoming a tradition.

“Couldn’t sleep again?” Curly asked, his voice low but warm as you stepped into the room.

You gave a sheeppish shrug, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “Ah, you know me. Something about being this quiet makes my mind race”

He chuckled softly, patting the seat next to him. “Well, you’ve got my company. Sit with me, will you?”

You settled into the seat beside him, seeing the view of the moon and the stars on the screen in front of you.

“What’s on your mind?” Curly asked, his eyes focused on you instead of the stars. As much as it was beautiful and all but, it makes his eyes hurt a bit,

You hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Just thinking about what to do and where to go when I’m done with this job”

Curly set his mug down on the table, he leaned back on the couch and draped his arms over the backrest. (Googling this on how to write that pose is crazy). “Well… Did you think of something?”

You smiled a little shrugging. “Maybe I’ll get a pet. Probably… a golden retriever” you chuckled, before looking at Curly with a smirk.

Curly then raised an eyebrow, you chuckled. “What about you? What do you see for yourself after all this?”

Curly’s lips turned into a playful smirk. “Well, I’ll propose to you, of course”

Your heart skipped a beat and let out a surprised laugh. “You’re impossible.” He leaned in closer, his grin widening. “What? You didn’t think i was serious?” You felt your cheeks warm, but there was something in his eyes, that made you pause. “No” you replied softly, “but… I think that’s sounds like a pretty good future…?”

A/n: I...musn't...make...an...angst...of...this...nooo.... Anyways, I did want to make it in 3rd pov, but it wont work... :') GOLDEN RETRIEVER (IS THAT THE CORRECT SPELLING) CURLY IS SOOO HEHSNIANOANOA. CURLY I LUV YOUR HAIR SM.

THANK YOU FOR READING, REBLOG W/COMMENTS IS APPRECIATED!! MY KO-FI

[aschenblumen]

Así y todo, cualquiera sea el momento y modo como hablamos el habla – el habla misma no llega precisamente nunca al habla. Un gran número de cosas llegan al habla cuando se habla, sobre todo aquello de lo que se está hablando: un hecho, un suceso, una cuestión, algo que nos concierne. Únicamente porque en el hablar cotidiano el habla misma no llega propiamente al habla sino que se retiene, estamos precisamente capacitados para hablar un habla; para tratar de algo y a propósito de algo en el hablar, para entrar en el diálogo, para permanecer en el diálogo. Pero ¿dónde habla el habla como tal habla? Habla curiosamente allí donde no encontramos la palabra adecuada, cuando algo nos concierne, nos arrastra, nos oprime o nos anima. Dejamos entonces lo que tenemos en mente enlo inhablado y vivimos, sin apenas reparar ene llo, unos instantes en los que el habla misma nos ha rozado fugazmente y desde lejos con su esencia.

—Martin Heidegger, «La esencia del habla» en De camino al habla. Traducción de Ives Zimmermann.

[cloaked-saurosuchus]

UH-OH, chapter 32 of Two Deaths is out! DATING: START!!!

uh oh. In which the CORE is complete and Enlo plays wingmonster. This will surely go well. (The disaster date triptych is a go!! I'm so excited!!)

(General fic summary: Gaster (and occasionally Grillby)-centric pre-canon fic about Gaster having to deal with both post-War consequences and about everything else. And being tasked with taking care of two tiny skeleton souls.)

[shortkidenergy]

h,enlo yes, very handsome chicken, very rugged, here for a trick or perhaps even....a treat...

oh yes of course here u go

it is seeds

but maybe they are a little bit wet

[finding-w0nd3rland]

Tag list of different productions

[icybreaths]

|| @enlos-sombras || one liner ||

"That look... what are you thinking about?"

[remembertheplunge]

She is resolute. She is ready to go

May 9, 2023 Tuesday. 8:24pm

Javier from Hospice came to Zoe’s house at about 1pm. Denise and I were there with Zoe.

Skyler arrived soon after.

Denise, Skyler and I didn’t sleep well last night.

I was up at 2am. Went back to bed later for awhile.

I’m still in shell shock. Lack of sleep. And, it rips me up to see Zoe like this. There is an unspeakable horror tinge to it.

She is resolute. She is ready to go.

End of entry

Notes: One year later, May 9, 2024 Thursday 7:53pm

The above is a part of a continuing blog series which I began in May of 2023 and can be found in my blog archive.

I’m now reading and reviewing the blogs from the same day last year leading up to and after her May 14th death.

I had driven from my home in Modesto, California the 4 hours up to Chico the morning of May 9, 2023. Denise and Skyler were friends of my sisters who were going to aid in her end of life care. Javier from Enloe Hospital Hospice arrived and explained what to expect with Zoe’s end of life process. On May 9, Zoe was still very much conscious and aware of the nature of our meeting She was talking and making sense.Her attitude was good. She was present when Javier talked with us.

When the others left, Zoe and I sat her small living room area. She a large flat screen TV  elevated and 10 feet from where we were sitting. It played classical music and had beautiful changing nature scenes. Prior to her terminal illness, Zoe was an avid watcher of the news. She loved being up with what was going on in the world.

But now, her watching the nature scenes seemed to be part of her saying good bye to this world. Those scenes haunt me a bit now. Such huge signs of transition.

Zoe must have told me that she was ready to die. Thus, my line in the journal entry that she was resolute and ready to go. She maintained that resolve to let go into death until she went into a coma a few days later. The only even slight complaint she had about the experience was that she was surprise death would come so fast.

Zoe would die on May 14, 2023.

[icybreaths]

Peers over a boulder looking like a bloody mess.

"They don't have showers out 'ere okay?"

Sniffing the air. 

“I smell you.”

[we-players]

In 2024 we also premiered a new 'popup' version of our PSYCHOPOMP work, with a gathering of guardian gods to be discovered one afternoon along San Francisco's Great Highway.

Photo: David Enloe

[glimblshanks]

*grips my copy of Bananas Beaches and Bases by Cynthia Enloe with shaking hands* I will not think too hard about the social and political implications of Risa being a pleasure planet, I will not think too hard about the social and political implications of Risa being a pleasure planet, I will not think too hard about the social and political implications of Risa being a pleasure planet, I will not-