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[terrybox]

1964 Porsche 901😃 Sketch : Prismacolor Verithin Coloring : iPad + Procreate app Likes, Saves and Shares are appreciated ©2022.terry all rights reserved.

[ilynpilled]

you should be a lawyer 😂

u r the second person to say this nonsense and i would truly shine as modern au controversial pro athlete f1 driver jaime lannister’s defense attorney if he paid me millions

[saltyfilmmajor]

I so desperately want to write a Mission: Impossible / detco crossover fic one day mostly because I think The Black Org would run circles around The Syndicate mostly because Gin is that cool and Lane is just like too invested in revenge

[amichellestone]

The better Decker.

[chinzhilla-main]

driving passive aggressively to piss off luxury car owners is praxis

[haute-lifestyle-com]

Flatrock Motorclub is proud to Yves Baltas, the talented MDK Motorsports racer, will be driving the Flatrock Motorclub Porsche 911 GT3 Cup in competition at the Indianapolis, Atlanta, and Austin rounds of the Porsche Carrera Cup North America championship

[anaxerneas]

At the 20th Congress of the Russian Communist Party, held in February 1956, Khrushchev first denounced Stalin's misdeeds in a secret speech. A few months later Polish and Hungarian writers were openly demanding freedom of thought. These men were leading Communist intellectuals who were recoiling from the theory that morality, justice, art, and truth itself were to be identified with the interest of the party. Hungarian Communist writers solemnly repudiated the teaching that political expedience can be a criterion of the truth and "after bitter mental struggles" vowed "that in no circumstances will we ever write lies." A few weeks later, the Hungarian people , led by these intellectuals, overthrew the Stalinist regime established by Rakosi.

This revolution, as well as that more recent ill-fated one in Czechoslovakia, was fought to gain recognition for the reality of intangible things: truth and justice and moral and artistic integrity. The Bolshevik attempt to establish an empire that denied this reality, though undertaken for high purposes and in the light of a sophisticated theory, had failed. It had proved unbearable. This passionate recognition of a metaphysical reality, irreducible to material elements, may well mark a turning point: it may serve as an axiom for any future political thought.

Writers in Poland, Hungary, and Czechoslovakia have been trying to find a place for the morally responsible individual within the Marxian conception of history. Early manuscripts of Marx, until recently unpublished, offer some substance for this, but the reviving of a few Hegelian ideas in the thought of the young Marx will not take us far. We need a theory of knowledge which shows up the fallacy of positivistic skepticism and supports the possibility of a knowledge of entities governed by higher principles.

Michael Polanyi and Harry Prosch, Meaning

I've come across the slogan "policies, not ideals". But aren't policies attempts to realize ideals? Are there not good or bad reasons for trying to implement a policy? (not just good intentions!)

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Drunk

Ruben, on his way to pick up a drunk Y/N 😅

Ruben picks reader up after a night out with her friends, and the two of them get into a slight argument.

Enjoy!

"I'm drunk."

"Yeah, I figured."

You didn't have to wait long outside of the club before Ruben's car pulled up. He was there to pick you up just minutes after you hung up the phone.

"Did you circle around the block?"

"Maybe...."

"Ruben."

"What?" He pushed the car to a start and drove away. "I know you would need me as soon as your friends got picked up by their boyfriends. Let's just call it me being one step ahead."

"Yes, but their boyfriends don't drive a prosche with tinted widows and a license plate that says "TREBLE" on it."

Ruben grinned behind the wheel. The one grip he had around the steering wheel, shifting it slowly from side to side, did something to your insides.

"What?"

He caught you staring.

"Nothing."

"No, tell me. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Well, if you most know...." You paused to hick up. "Fuck."

Ruben laughed.

"It's not funny."

Another hick up. Ruben's laughter increasing.

"Stop it, Ruben, it's not funny."

"It really is. How much did you have to drink tonight?"

"A lot, so slow down the car if you don't want me to ruin it."

Ruben did so with ease. Pressing down on the breaks with his foot, smoothly slowing down the vehicle. "Like that?"

"Much better." Your head fell back against the headrest. A sigh.

"How's Tina?"

"Ugh." You groand at the mentioning of the reason for your troubles.

"What?" Ruben's eyes left the road.

"She's the one that got me this drunk, you know."

"On purpose?" A dent appeared between his brows.

"It's not like you think."

"No? Because it sounds pretty bad."

"Yes, but she knows guys don't hit on me anymore, so she wanted to have a singles girls only moments with me while the other girls—"

"But you're not single." Ruben's eyes had returned to the road. However, the look on his face was still intense.

"No, I'm not single, Ruben." You placed a calming hand on his lap. "But like I said, guys don't hit on me anymore, so Tina saw it as an opportunity for the two of us to enjoy ourselves. Which we did."

"Why don't guys hit on you anymore?"

You sighed at the fact that that seemed to be the only thing that Ruben got out of what you just said.

"Y/N?"

"Huh?" Your thoughts had drifted. Clearly, to Ruben's annoyance.

"Why don't guys hit on you anymore?"

"Well, duh. I have a boyfriend, don't I?" This was half the truth. The truth was that you used to be a bit of a party girl in your younger days. Younger, meaning before you started seeing Ruben. Your favorite go-to place used to be the club you were just at tonight. The Varsity. You and your friends used to go there all the time at university, so much so that you started getting your own reputation amongst your fellow club goers. But that reputation remained only at The Varsity. However, your friends would bring their friends, which included guys looking to party. And soon you had admires from all over Manchester city, coming to find you where you spent most of your nights, on the Varsity dance floor. Luckily, your reputation died out once people found out that you were dating Ruben Dias. Too many people started making preassumtions about you without having met you, which made it harder for you to make friends these days.

"Why do I feel like you're not telling me all there is." Said Ruben, his eyes still pierced on the road.

"Please baby, don't be mad."

"I'm not mad." He said. However, the rest of the ride was spent in silence.

Once you arrived outside of Ruben's flat, he made sure to round the car and hold the door open for you. You had taken your heels off in the car, and so to protect you from stumbling upon something sharp, Ruben had picked you up and carried you inside bridal-style.

"Baby." You blushed. "You can put me down in the elevator, I'm not that drunk."

"Fine." He slid your legs back onto the ground. And for some reason, the way he had done it, with such stiff mannerism, felt just like a punch in the gut.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook you something to eat?"

"No, thank you. I think I'm just gonna hop in the shower and go to bed." You mumbled as the two of you stepped into Ruben's tidy apartment. It was dimly lit at this hour, the city lights twinkling outside of the windows.

"Alright, I'll be right there with you. I just have to prep my meals for tomorrow."

"Okay." You made your way down the hall towards the main bathroom. However, just upon entry, you changed your mind and slid into Ruben's bedroom since the shower inside his joint bathroom had the best water pressure. You decide to wash your hair while you are at it, taking the time to wash away your sins.

It felt like you had done something wrong enjoying a night out with your friends. You understood Ruben's frustration with you being careless with your alcohol consumption, but never did you think he would judge you for that.

"I brought some Gatorade."

"God, Ruben, you scared me."

"Sorry." He chuckled.

You had stumbled out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around yourself. Ruben was sitting on the edge of his bed, near the nightstand that held a bottle of strawberry Gatorade, along with two white pills.

"For your headache....tomorrow." He said.

"Right...."

You made your way over to his closet, grabbing one of his t-shirts to wear for bed. Your mind was less foggy after your shower, realizing that Ruben bringing you Gatorade was probably his way of wanting to ease the tension between you.

"Thank you." You turned around quite swiftly, in a way that left Ruben raising his brows. "For the Gatorad, I mean. And the pills...for my future headache."

His smile warmed your heart. "If you drink your Gatorade, I bet it won't hit as hard."

"Yes, sir." You saluted and to Ruben's amusement made your way over to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of Gatorade, however struggling with its lid.

"A little help, please." You handed the bottle over to Ruben, who efortlessly spun open the lid.

"My hero." You said before grabbing the bottle, tilting half of its content into your mouth. It wasn't the classiest thing to burp once you finished, but mind you that you were still a bit tipsy.

"Time for bed?"

Ruben nodded. "After you."

He let you crawl into his bed and under the covers. There, you sat back and watched your boyfriend undress. Ruben draped his shirt over his head, revealing a firm set of washboard abs.

"A strip tease. Just for moi?"

Ruben chuckled, his jaw sharp under the dimly lit room. He turned the lights on completely after dropping his pants, folding the neatly in his closet before joining you in bed.

You clung to him immediately, invading his side of the bed like a real cover hog. You kissed his face, his nose, and then his lips. Ruben's stubble tickled your finger tips, however, you groaned at the fact that he wasn't returning the love back to you.

"Not tonight baby. You need to rest."

Please, I'm not even that drunk." You said, "Besides...." Your hand slipped in between the sheets, revealing Ruben's secret. "I know how much you want me right now."

Ruben grunted with your touch, your hand squeezing his groin, challenging his self control.

"I'd let go if I were you."

Or what?" You said, nipping his lip with your teeth.

"I'm warning you Y/N."

"Yes, warn me before you punish me."

Ruben cock strained against the fabric of his underwear, growing stiff in the palm of your hand.

"Please, Ruben I need you inside of me."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yes." You sighed, your voice high pitched.

"How about I used my hands instead."

"Yes, your hands, your dick. Anything Ruben, just fuck me already."

His large hands joined yours under the covers, slipping under his t-shirt that you wore, resting at each side of your hips. "Are you ready for me, baby?"

"Yes, Ruben I'm—" You screamed. Ruben's hands squeezing your hips, shocked your very core, knowing damn well that that was your worst tickling spot.

"Stop it Ruben, I...can't...breath." You squirmed below him, his laughter dimming your cries for help.

"Ruben!"

There was a tousle of the bed. Not one you originally wish for, but one that left you equally as exhilarated and exhausted. In the end you and Ruben lay on your backs, panting and laughing. Perhaps the way every night out should end from now on.

[feelingsofaithless]

📷 Marco Prosch

[scrumjock]

#45 Jay Prosch looks great from both angles

[annahamiltonsstuff]

Thorsten hat doch nicht allen ernstes einen 13 jährigen seinen Porsche fahren lassen!?

Hätte ich einen Prosche 911er in diesem spezifischen braun Ton, den dürfte kaum jemand anfassen, geschweige denn Fahren.

Und Thorsten lässt ein kriminelles Kind ans Steuer...

[joanofarc]

one of my favorite indiepop funfacts is that mark prosch was a popkid

[iguessitsjustme]

someone explicitly is asking. What do people get wrong about Porsche from KP.

I did see this when I was at work, but I decided to wait until I was home to answer because it's just too much to type on my phone. I hope I can provide you with some context for why I say that.

Okay, so before I start, I want to clarify that this is entirely my opinion and everyone is entitled to their opinion. Even if I think the fandom gets the character wrong, interpretations are subjective and there is no right answer. So all I am doing is providing my reason for my interpretation. Agree or disagree however y'all want. If you agree, great! If you disagree, also great! I am not here to tell anyone how they should or should not be interpreting shows or characters.

It's been awhile since I watched KP, so I also want to link to the post I made when it was airing about how disappointed I was by how the show handled the sibling relationship between Porsche and Chay.

But I think Porsche, as a character, is representative of all of the issues within KP. Porsche was the unfortunate victim of the show's tonal issues. It couldn't decide what genre it wanted to be and the show, and Porsche, suffered for it.

At first, Porsche was great! He was my favorite character! But as the show progressed, it became increasingly clear that the show didn't care about the non-romantic relationships in Porsche's life and those are the relationships that made Porsche interesting. They are what made Porsche a good character. Porsche's friendships with Tankhun and Pete were wonderful and beautifully told until those relationships were left behind to turn the mafia show into a romcom with Porsche and Kinn. The worst offender though, was Porsche abandoning his brother for Kinn. His brother was his motivation for the majority of the show and even his Porsche's motivation switched to Kinn, Chay doesn't just disappear from Prosche's heart. The show also failed to properly switch Porsche's motivation from Chay to Kinn but that's a whole different post.

What the fandom gets wrong is that Porsche is 1. a good brother and 2. a good character. He is neither of those things. He is a good brother at first. He is a good character at first. Then the show nuked his character. Decided that all Porsche could be was a badass, hot piece of ass for Kinn and that did a disservice to both the character of Porsche and the plot itself.

I see and can even understand why people love Porsche, but I can't. I can never get past what the show did to him. As an older sibling who did help raise my younger siblings, there is no dick powerful enough to make me forget the fierce love and protection I have for those babies I helped bring up. And I didn't do damn near as much for my siblings as Porsche did for Chay. The show needed that one thing to be consistent for Porsche and they failed and ruined his character beyond repair.

Again, I want to reiterate, this is just how I feel about Porsche. I know I'm in the minority here. Feel free to disagree with me. I don't care. Or you can agree with me! I also don't care. I really wanted to like Porsche. There was truly no one more disappointed than I was when his character turned out to be....well boringly sappy.

[smilingangel582]

A new form of punishment?

Hii this bl is quite popular among many communities. In case you finished watching the series or at least the novel... Read my tk fic! I swear this is a good one. A cute one!

Warning for spoilers, sex, bondage, swearing, and kissing...

It happened again. Pete wondered if Kun-Kinn (boss or mister in thai) was purposely punishing Porsche out of spite since the guy barely tried addressing him as 'sir' or another respectful.

Arm and Pol already looked anxious for their buddy Porsche, and Pete felt the same. He had been with Kinn for a while and everyone was worried as usual.

"He's here at last..."

Pete spoke with concern, seeing the person approach, meanwhile Porsche wincing as he took each step rather painfully. It burdened their hearts to see their fellow bodyguard is weakned.

Yet in Porsche's mind, the pleasure of pain was taking over... the memory of Kinn's sexy magn -ahem! Nobody needs to know that Porsche had his secret with the mafia boss. Punishment-more like reward and yet his butt might spilt open from the pain, and that makes it an effective punishment.

"Ai-Porsche!" (A honorific for friends)

Porsche was startled, and immediately, his mind escaped from the alluring look of Kinn he imagined briefly, straightening himself he feigned pain (like he's not feeling enough -Kinn certainly numbed his lower body)

"Are you OK?"

Porsche cleared his throat, "Not bad... Kinn was a bit aggressive today," partially it was true. Kinn was merciless.

Pete patted his back now and Porsche had to show a fake cry of pain so show he was being whipped "Ah... Pete it still hurts..."

Pete's innocent face was shocked with concern, and he shakily said, "My friend, allow me to heal your wounds.. "

Shaking his head quickly before the cats out of the bag, Prosche moved away "No need... um well it will heal so... I'm gonna crash early today."

It was chapter closed. Nobody argued or asked anything, Porsche had been interested in what new methods will Kinn 'punish' him next time.

A few days went and Porsche fell into another problem with Ken this time. The half foreign man just downright yelled and spat at him for being so disrespectful about the mafia. But all Porsche did was talk to Vegas in a friendly way. Kinn knew this and said he will double the punishment on Porsche.

Porsche smiled through pursed lips to conceal his internal happiness with Kinn's sexual punishments. Will he be violent to suck him and devour him, or will he tease him arousingly. Porsche was more than just enthusiastic. He was excited.

Now here he was with Kinn greeting him out from his room, pulling him to a hungry kiss and hooking his tongue with his. Porsche was prepared for this, yet he was surprised when Kinn did not put on the condom on both of them as he cuffed Porsche to the bed.

"Something you forgot?"

Kinn smirked, he beautiful smile suddenly tempting Porsche to kiss those lips. He leaned forward and playfully tapped his nose "I'm doing something fun with you but I feel you will hate it,"

"Oiii!" Porsche whined now dropping his momentum against the fluffy sheets of the bed, "but I want you to eat me!"

Kinn shook his head, now tracing Porsche's naked ribs, making the latter flinch. This touch was not the usual touch. This was a bit too light and unbearable than his usual tracing.

"K-Kinn this Is too... um l-light..."

Kinn hummed playfully and then continued to circle around his sides, making Porsche arch with a grunt "Oi!"

"What's wrong? Does it tickle?"

The words itself explained Kinn's plan with Porsche. He lowered his head with a whine now. "Don't do this to me, Kinn... I hate - Ah!"

He flinched when Kinn poked his ribs this time firm and tickly. Prosche gritted his teeth together, forcing the unpleasant sounds escaping from his throat.

Kinn raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Are you perhaps distressed, dear Porsche?"

"N-no! It -fuck j-just stop it!"

"Stop what?"

"Noho!" Porsche couldn't help giggle now when Kinn's hands were deliberately on his waist, his left side was weaker as his uncle had told in the past. Even Jom took advantage of that spot when they were sparring.

Kinn was picking it up fast and effectively and then pinched both sides of his waist individually. Upon the pinch on his right side, he jolted to the left, and then he tweaked the left, making Porsche shriek with another giggle.

"Oho did you just giggle?"

"Yohou hears wrohong!" But giggles spilt instantly to prove him false instead. Porsche was biting his lips now, too afraid to speak in case he let's out satisfying expressions for Kinn.

"Cute... honestly, better not let anyone know. Otherwise, you'll wish I was tickling you,"

"Better than yohohou!"

Kinn paused, now looking up to see Porsche's wrists bound above the headboard. He gently reached to crawl down at his inner wrists teasingly sliding down the arms, which made Porsche panic instantly "A-ah wait wait wahahait!"

"I'm not going anywhere... just riiiight down..." he dragged his words as his fingers tickled down his elbows, now slowing his pace tortoruosly at his biceps. Porsche regretted his doings... this punishment was something new and unexpected bit quite effective.

"PLEHEHEASE! KUHUHUHN!"

Porsche's begging surprised Kinn that he stopped but didn't pull back his fingers. He frowned now. "Did you, Porsche pitchaya, beg me and address me as sir?"

Kinn watched Porsche's ears glow red, now looking back embarrassedhe was speechless. Kinn dug into his armpits and Porsche quickly shrieked into cackles of bright bubbly laughter. It also surprised Kinn that he had a cute laugh worth listening too and it was infectious.

"NOHOHO NONONONO I AHAHAM SOHOHORRY KIHIHINN! IHIHI WOHOHOHONT BUHUHUG THE OTHEHEHERS!!!! SOHOHO STOHOHOP PLEAAAAASEEEE"

Loud, Kinn winced but then stopped as he smiled fondly, his hands resting on his hips, not tickling, but it still made Porsche giggle.

"How adorable... but I am serious..." he said now, "if anyone knew this, our family is doomed... they'll tickle the information out of you,"

Porsche flushed hard now, still panting. "Huh?? Noho way I'm thst weak! It's not... possible!"

Kinn kissed him briefly on the forehead. "Shall we tesr that love?"

Prosche, too engrossed with the kiss, hummed in agreement, but then after recalling back yo his request, he sqauked "fuck! No no no I didn't-Aaaaiii nooooo!"

He fell into another tremola of giggles when Kinn attacked his hips. Kinn could go easy on him next time... in case there will be a next?

Sigh, aren't they cute! How can u not tickle Porsche! He's a bratty adorable man!

Inspiration by actor Apo!

[its-a-rat-trap]

Bob Geldof poses for pictures at the Seenland Festival

July 7, 2013 - Hoyerswerda, Germany

(Photos by Marco Prosch/Redferns via Getty Images)

[diamondxdiaries]

911 Prosche. Thiago Tallmann 2022.