#lo real

[anadelacalle]

El Otro como límite, ante una presunta ausencia de límites.

“Lo real nos indica esa perforación material que nuestra propia animalidad humana lleva a cuestas para ser dicha animalidad, o si queremos lo podemos decir de esta manera por ser animales inteligentes, somos libres, esto es, al ser inteligentes sentimos nuestra propia perforación inespecífica que nos constituye, y a la vez, constituye  todo: lo real (…) como no somos nada en y por sí mismos,…

[lainutilidaddelapoesia]

“Lo real” de Paul Celan de «Poemas del conjunto Entenebrecido» en «Los poemas póstumos» [2003]

[aullandote-noches-de-luna-llena]

Toda la vida currando hasta que te mueres

[occudo]

Lo-fi beats to keep your boss disappointed to

still

[heathersapples]

OLIVIA COOKE & EMMA D'ARCY House Of The Dragon Season 2 Premiere, June 3rd, 2024

[kagihirapotato]

some kagihiras to manifest them to become canon

[peach-moths]

The pb&j screenshot redraw from 2022 I was talking about in my other post

God seeing my old art style is so weird

And of course the screenshot I redrew

Also don't expect the backgrounds to increase. In fact, the one for raph and mikey is.....minimalist at best LMAO

[daisylolezzi]

the man r@ping me rubbing and teasing my clit while his hard dick slams into my cunt over and over so when i cant help but cum, he can gaslight me and say "see? you just came on my cock. you're not a lesbian at all. " and because im so overwhelmed and crying i cant do anything to fight back as he keeps fucking my gold star pussy with his cock and laughing at me as my body does what it was meant to do, especially when he cums inside and fills my womb.

[short666bread]

nighttime routine in an au where the marauder’s map has pinch zoom

[rejectingrepublicans]

🤦🤦🏽🤦🏻‍♂️

James Woods is a multi-millionaire with plenty of insurance. He never helped any of the other victims of wildfires but now is upset. He hates everyone and everything since he became a Trump cultist. His money could have helped so many but instead he spent his time on Twitter comparing black people to apes and demanding Dr Fauci be executed. F—k him!

[maxlarens]

Max and 10 please <3

10) spooning at night

Despite the soundproofing you’d installed during Covid, you can still hear Max’s pedals going thunk against the walls of the apartment. The sound accompanied by faint chattering, occasional laughter, cries of outrage as he talks to his friends on stream.

He worries sometimes. But you’d tell him if it bothered you— besides, you like hearing sounds of life in the apartment. You’ve not quite adjusted to the sheer square footage of Max’s penthouse apartment yet, even though you’ve lived with him for years. You grew too used to New York apartments where your bedroom, kitchen, and dining room were always piled on top of each other. It’s strange to have so much space, more rooms than you know what to do with.

Anyway, no, the noise doesn’t bother you. You like to hear him enjoying himself, laughing with his friends, doing something that doesn’t have so much pressure attached to it. You don’t like to take him away from that prematurely, even if you’re missing him.

And you are missing him.

It’s the middle of the night. Maybe past midnight now. You’ve got the windows in your bedroom open, letting in the Monaco sea breeze in a futile attempt to cut through the sweltering heat. The overhead fan whirrs above you. Some mindless show you love drones quietly on the TV, casting you in ever changing colours as you twist and turn in the sheets. Trying to keep your mind off things you shouldn’t be worrying about.

You wait a while, watch an episode.

Then you give in to your selfish tendencies and pull up your Discord chat with Max on your phone, sending off a simple message— come to bed?

You put your phone back on the nightstand and try not to smile too wide when you hear the sim rig thunk and thud as Max climbs out of it a few minutes later. His footsteps on the hardwood floors as he stops by the kitchen and then makes his way to the bedroom.

The door creaks open. Max comes inside, stepping quietly as if you’re already asleep.

“Sorry, liefje,” he says softly, before he ducks into the closet to change, “I didn’t mean to keep you up.”

You shake your head even though he can’t see, “You didn’t. I just couldn’t sleep.”

“You should have told me,” he sighs, coming out of the walk in closet wearing the oversized cat shirt you’d bought him and worn sweat-shorts with holes in the waistband, “I don’t mind cutting the stream short, not for you. They will survive without me.”

You hum and nod placatingly, knowing you wouldn’t ever ask him to do that. At least not for something like this. You’d only sent that message tonight because you knew he’d already been on for hours and would be wrapping up soon anyway.

“Got it,” you say, opening your arms and beckoning him to get into bed already.

He sighs again, an exasperated little exhale through his nose, and then climbs under the single sheet you’ve got draped over you. He shuffles into your space, pressing a wet kiss to the side of your chin as you press a kiss into his forehead and adjust your arms around him.

“Where are the cats?”, you ask, while Max busies himself with turning around.

You feel Max shrug. He’s adjusting the sheet so it sits over him perfectly and then fluffing his pillows so his head sits comfortably. You reach out to scratch the back of his neck, with three fingers, the same way you scratch the cats out of habit.

“Jimmy’s sleeping in the spare room,” he says, reaching blindly behind him to catch your shirt and drag you closer, “Dunno where Sassy is.”

“Causing trouble,” you laugh, slotting into place at his back.

You nudge your nose into his shoulder and sling your arm over his waist. Curling it around to press into his stomach. Your legs end up tangled, one of yours bent and hiked on his hip. Later, he’ll nudge it off because it twists the material of his shorts, but he tolerates it until you’re asleep.

“Mm,” he agrees, finding your hand splayed flat on his tummy and intertwining it with his own, “Always.”

[anadelacalle]

Filosofía y usos del lenguaje.

Podemos expandir palabras como esporas con el fin de atrapar cuanto hay, y formatearlo lingüísticamente. Sin embargo, nos topamos con la limitación de un uso conceptual que basado en una lógica racional es incapaz de dar cuenta de la diversidad Creíamos poseer, gracias a la capacidad simbólica, la herramienta privilegiada del mundo, y nos apercibimos de que nuestra pretensión de someter el mundo…

[redfluffz]

So I will answer three question of yours ( @flowrpeachfrida142657dg ) in a three parted comic. So let's gooooo ....

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

7 VS 7 Hellish 6 VS Heavenly 6

They all do not like Mammon. At all. Nu uh. Freak did to much in the past ...

Yeah sooo let's start with Michael. He doesn't like them, but he doesn't hate them ... soo aslong as they don't interfer in Gods plan everything is fine. And of course aslong as Lucifer won't take any harm.

Gabriel would be good with Satan the most. They both share similar interests and character traits. And the others, well it is similar to Mike. Aslong as they don't interfer, everything is fine.

Raphael and Belle would get along ... Belle is most of the time annoyed of Raphs happy and friendly attitude, but she respects him for his insane knowledge. And Raph is the type of guy who gets along with everyone. He would survive 24 hours with Mam, but then even his patience is gone.

Azrael and the sins are knowing each other for a long time. They're no real friends, but actually good with each other. Az can survive a week with Mam.

Ariel would be terrified by them all and since Ozzie seems to be the most caring and "softest" guys out of the seven, they would get along pretty well. Ariel would teach Mam some manners after a long time and when innocent creatures got involved. @thornwolfy235 your idea of the Fluttershy vibes kicked hard. I'm going full in with it. Thanks.

Joph. Yeah well. DiSGustINg. Ewww. And ew.

As always thanks for asking! ✨️

[aullandote-noches-de-luna-llena]

Bien capacitado pa’ ocultar debilidades

[toxooz]

workin man (orc)

[genericpuff]