#on absence

[spectrenun]

So this is why we philosophize: because there is desire, because there is absence in presence, deadness in life; and also because there is our power that is not yet power; and also because there is alienation, the loss of what we thought we had acquired and the gap between the deed and doing, between the said and the saying; and finally because we cannot evade this: testifying to the presence of the lack with our speech. In truth, how can we not philosophize?

Jean-François Lyotard, Why philosophize?

[thevoidisscreamingbackatyou]

on absence and presence

an EPIC! telemachus webweave

the oddest feeling of missing someone you've never known.

(an EPIC!Telemachus webweave because HE WON'T LEAVE MY DAMN HYPERFIXATED BRAIN-)

*IF YOUR ART/WRITING IS IN THIS AND YOU DON'T WANT IT TO BE, YELL AT ME!*

Legendary (EPIC: The Musical) - Jorge Rivera Herrans // absence - Merriam Webster // Legendary [Epic:The Musical] Full Animatic - Duvetbox // to be the son of a man - mari_vanilla05 // The Odyssey - Homer // Joan Tierney - filmnoirsbian // Little Wolf [Epic: The Musical] Full Animatic - Duvetbox // Homosexuality - Frank O’Hara // Little Wolf: EPIC the Musical - Jorge Rivera-Herrans // Odysseus [Epic: The Musical] Full Animatic - Duvetbox // I Can’t Help But Wonder_ EPIC: The Musical / Animatic - Ximena Natzel // I Can’t Help But Wonder: EPIC the Musical - Jorge Rivera Herrans // daniartonline // For Twenty Years I’ve Dreamed of How I’d Greet You - Borntobemild

[spiderarchive]

Text and sources in alt

The absence of something is also it's presence

[atmosphereofglass]

— Anne Carson, Red Doc>

[doccywhomst]

[0x1000]

When I was trying to write my tags on the last post, I attempted to copy-paste my special tag-friendly comma (‚) and it. It pasted an image of a spiral staircase? This wasn't on my clipboard. I've never seen this staircase before. What the fuck?

[grimmroach]

every building soap destroys without clearance, ghost gets 1+ paperwork and 3+ hours of migraines

[nyehhehhehs]

What Papyrus Deltarune has been up to

[spurbleu]

to me it’s an inherent truth that ghost is socially “ugly”

scars that are uneven and pucker skin because he had hastily sewn lacerations together. burn scars on his back and hands, with skin that wrinkles like haphazard gills across his abdomen. blonde hair gene that makes his eyelashes and eyebrows near invisible. a crooked, broken nose that hardly works unless he brings whatever smells right to his nostrils.

and it wasn’t a sob story. he’s wasn’t insecure because to him it really isn’t all that important. at the end of the day the body he’s been put in sleeps, eats, and kills. fucks good, if it feels like it. that’s all he’s ever needed.

it’s not until you come into the picture, domestically enough, that he does start to care.

starts small, like checking if there was anything in his teeth, or smoothing out that one hair that likes to plant itself over his forehead.

the trivial, small details that furrow in between his ironed apathy.

then, insecurity blooms. found where one scar begins and the next ends. he stops lingering at the mirror, and wears thicker clothes because “london’s fuckin’ freezin”. keeps his eyes trained ahead when you shop downtown, so he doesn’t catch a glimpse of himself next to you in the store windows.

doesn’t realize how bad it had gotten until you, who had picked up on his lack of subtly and libido, asked him to take a bath.

with you.

and suddenly he’s rendered a quiet, awkward bastard in your flat bathroom, that is much too small for him.

you run the water to a boil and put relaxing salts in while he strips. he sits down with his mouth in a firm line because what the fuck is he supposed to say when his bird massages shampoo into his hair and hums a song that isn’t his favorite but becomes one when she kisses his cheek while at the chorus.

watches with wavering interest as bubbles form from the soap and the water begins to cool. hasn’t said a word since you started the strange routine that makes him feel raw and vulnerable in a way that he characterizes as childish.

“you’re so handsome, si.”

you’re swiping lotion onto his face. he hadn’t even realized you’d been staring.

“what?”

you laugh and swipe a thumb under his crooked nose, over the cleft lip. fingers trace the scar that runs up his cheek.

you hold his ugly in your hands. and you find him…handsome. he’s seen a liar and you can’t be one for the life of you. it disturbs him, that whatever comes from you lips isn’t just a compliment, but an observation.

what a foreign thing, to be given someone’s truth so easily.

the room gets quiet aside from the foam whispers and sputter of water when his legs shift.

“I said,” you kiss him gently, “I think you’re handsome.”

the apathy to his appearance never returns. however, the harshness is retired for however long you continue to hold him.

he will be whatever you want him to, and if that means he’s handsome, then a good place to start is believing you when you tell him so.

[lettaniko]

cold evening

[pnwander]

she is beauty, she is grace

[all-lee24]

Revenant Nightreign!!

[the-phantom-peach]

mmmm something something time rift blah blah yada yada ✨links meet au✨

[worldwide-assorted-broadcast]

I like the Mikes a lot

[aerialworms-art]

Lifespans.

(ID under cut)

[Image ID: A three-way venn diagram floating against a starfield. The circles are coloured; one yellow, one light blue, one a darker shade of blue. The yellow is the smallest, the two blue ones over double its size, with the darker blue the biggest. The yellow is half covered by the two blue circles, while it takes up a small amount of the two blues. The centre overlap between all three is labelled "the precious few years we three were together".

There is very little overlap between the yellow and the darker blue without the lighter blue.

The work is signed 'aerialworms'./End ID]