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Ciclo T.O.R.A.X. Práctica curatorial.
Proceso curatorial junto a Ivonne Martínex para el evento Apertura. Ciclo T.O.R.A.X.
Como parte del equipo de Casa Garita, he realizado junto a Ivonne Martínez la práctica curatorial de la muestra colectiva Apertura Ciclo T.O.R.A.X. Esta muestra reúne a siete artistas locales cuyas carreras artísticas se encuentran en diferente etapas. El trabajo se ha montado en Garita EX, la sala de exhibición de Casa Garita. Pueden seguir y conocer más el proyecto en…
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Based off of a devil's tooth mushroom
#Torax#oc#original character#character design#digital#digital art#my art#my oc#artists on tumblr#fungi#mushroom.
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Nomás tome 5 fotos en Blanco y negro Quizás quería que tuvieran un valor de nostalgia en un momento No es tristeza es agradable el recuerdo pOETIC shit #fotografias #photography #b&w #blackandwhitephotography #fujifilmmx #fujii #fujifilm #flashshot #flash #recuerdos #torax #memorias #poeticshit #filmsimulation #film https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn5rol8uEkW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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It's so frustrating I write the most when I'm trying to study. Like bitch focus
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The Ink Demon waiting for Wilson to be done with his little experiments:
#thats cute#bendy and the dark revival#batdr#ink demon#he probably was like as they opened up his torax or something
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I'm trying to get something funny out of the fact that I had to have a tomography taken from me.
So, my torax looked like an amongus.
Like, when the impostor gets them in the game and they get cartoonishly cut in half, that was my first thought when I saw the results. Just straight up played that amongus drip music in my head.
#tw medical#tw tomography#computed tomography#torax ct#actually disabled#physical disability#chronic illness#cripple punk#cripple posting
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Ruki Mukami Character Study
I’ve decided to start a little series of character studies in order to draw the DL boys more consistently and add some HC I had into the character xP. The first victim was Ruki!
As for his physical appearance, Ruki is a tall, fit man. It has been mentioned in his route that he enjoys swimming, so he has a swimmer’s body (broad shoulders, big torax and long arms)
His eyes are long and droopy, giving the impression of “bed eyes”. He’s starting to have eyebags from all the stress caused by his siblings. His long eyelashes frame his dark blue eyes, which gives him a penetrating look. Like all vampires, I headcannon Ruki have elliptical pupils so that he looks more unnerving and scary.
He has a long skinny face, with a good bone structure. His cheekbones are high, which contributes to a slanted look.
His nose is long (Doja Cat, I see you…), it is narrow and it as a small bump on the bridge. The tip is slightly upwards.
His lips are thin and his mouth has a prominent cupid’s arch. His teeth are long and skinny like needles.
Like all vampires, his ears are pointy. He has multiple black piercings on each side.
His hair is soft and wavy. It’s hard to keep in place, so he keeps it short with a “relaxed” hairstyle.
His clothes are somewhat the style you would expect from a university professor… turtlenecks, blazers, button up shirts, you say it. He maintains a winter color pallets, wearing mostly dark, cold colors.
#diabolik lovers#diahell#anime#diaboys#drawing#sketch#mukami brothers#diabolik lovers ruki#ruki mukami#diabolik lovers fanart#fanart#dl headcannons#ruki headcannons
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O pau que eu desejo é proibido.
By; Giuliana
*ESSE É UM CONTO DE INCESTO, SE VOCÊS NÃO GOSTA NÃO LEIA!
Oi, me chamo Giuliana, tenho 20 anos e sou de São Paulo, o que contarei aconteceu ano passado.
As vezes eu ia dormir na casa do meu pai, não que eu gostasse de dormir lá mas as vezes batia essa vontade. Casa ampla mas não muito confortavél, pois eu dormia na sala.
Não tinha muito o que fazer, eu ia mesmo era para visitar meu irmão. Ele estava no frescor da vida, e no vigor da puberdade. Meu pai, a mulher dele, que é mãe de meu irmão, e ele moram juntos. E eu fazia essas visitas às vezes, quase todas as visitas eu dormia lá na casa deles.
Vou contar sobre uma dessas visitas… eu comecei a sentir certo carinho por meu irmão que estava com 17 anos, ele exagerava um pouco em suas maneiras de se expressar, muitas piadinhas que ficavam um pouco ridiculas, pois sempre que tinha oportunidade as fazia… no entanto o que me atraia era seu belo corpo.
Ele é e sempre foi mais baixo que eu, talvez um palmo de diferença, mas seu corpo era excelente, tinhas curvas deliciosas, um bumbum de proporcões equilibradas, um corpo lindo, pele macia, quiamada do sol, cabelos lisos um pouco compridos… um rosto iluminado de labios deliciosos.
Ás vezes eu ficava observando e desejava-o, como uma fera que observa uma presa e acaba se apaixonando. No entanto o fruto proibido só pode ser comido às escondidas e ele era para mim esse fruto proibido no qual eu salivava enquanto olhava e o desejo sempre almentava assim como a frequência das visitas.
Eu devorava-o em pensamento, deitada em minha cama, minha calcinha jogada do lado e meus dedos faziam o trabalho de meu irmão. Meus dedos deslizavam, em um momento imaginava a lingua molhada dele e em outros seu pau me penetrando.
Meu desejo sempre aumentava e pensando em ir até ele, fui em mais uma visita, diria que com objetivo ja formulado e plano de execução.
Eu não via a hora de chegar a noite, pois eu sabia que ele tinha um sono pesado, mas pensei que ele poderia acordar mesmo assim. Havia duas camas de solteiro próximas na sala, ali seria onde eu realizaria meu desejo.
Meu pai e a mãe de meu desejado irmão saíram às compras no mercado, e eu sabia que dispunha de uma hora e meia pelo menos.
Quando eles saíram meu irmão já estava deitado e eu aguardava a melhor hora para agir. Não demorou muito pois desejava-o com intensidade. Logo me aproximei para verificar se estava dormindo, parecia estar, então fui passando minha mão levemente em no corpo que tanto desejava, e fuii saboreando o prazer enquanto eu já estava molhada, meu corpo se preparava para o que viria.
Ele estava deitado de lado, ele virou ficando de peito para cima, aqueles olhos arregalados, se mostrando assustado com aquilo, eu apenas disse para ele nunca contar a ninguém o que iria acontecer ali.
Então aproveitei para acariciar aquele torax que estava viril em sua puberdade. Comecei acariciar o pau dele enquanto ficava duro, quando completou este intevalo eu abri a bermuda que ele vestia, deslizei minha mão por dentro procurando o que eu tanto desejava.
Eu sentia o cheiro de sexo pairando no ar quando estava com o pau dele em minha mão, eu olhava aquela rola com adimiração, uma curvatura para cima. Um pau, mas viril e cheio de desejo em minha mão delicada, aproveitei e observei a cena contemplando minhas unhas pintadas em meus dedos realizados por segurarem o que desejavam.
Fiz os movimentos que quis para excitá-lo ainda mais, o momento de colocar aquela rola em minha boca ainda me faz salivar. Aproximei e chupei levemente aquela pica gostosa. Tomei o cuidado de não usar batom naquele dia, e beijei com minha boca rosada e fui chupando enquanto sentia o meu lubrificante natural que deslizava para minha boca, de pouco em pouco, apreciei esse momento que tanto desejei.
Eu sabia que não restava muito tempo, então fiquei apenas chupando e ouvindo os gemidos baixinhos do meu irmão, chupei as bolas dele como se fossem uvas, enchi minha boca com seu saco que guardava o semêm desejado.
Depois de um tempo ele começou a se mover levemente na cama, percebi que estava prestes a gozar. Nesse momento só pensei em fazê-lo gozar gostoso e satisfazer o tesão que ele sentia. Já não pensava só em mim, pensava em satisfazê-lo. Chupei com mais pressão e ele não ofereceu resistência e encheu com o liquido precioso a minha boca, saboreei o esperma que ele derramava em minha lingua, deixei que ele derramasse por completo e bebi com satisfação o que eu tanto havia desejado.
Deixei seu pau sem nenhum sinal de que havia gozado de tão limpinho, dei vários beijinho na cabeça enquanto olhava diretamente para ele, guardei seu pau dentro do seu short, subi passando meus peitos pelo seu corpo, fiquei pertinho do seu ouvido e disse que se ele fosse um irmãozinho e guardasse aquele segredo, ele ganharia mais vezes.
Agora sempre vou lá para tomar leitinho da rola do meu irmão.
Enviado ao Te Contos por Giuliana
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He looked a little bit like Bakugo with his bad popular boy vibes pose. Like- I think Male!J gives this vibes of this anime guys that ends being the girls crush and usually shows a lot of their build up torax... Plus, he looks nothing like J in personality, so i decided to draw them like this- Now i cant unsee them as siblings that hates each others and are the oppositive of the other AAAAAAA
#murder drones#fanart#art wip#my art#art#murder drones fanart#work in progress#sketches#murder drones j#J#Fking siblings vibes now fk
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Too Many Damerons
Summary: People keep getting confused because there are two General Damerons and Connix is ready to tear her hair out.
Word Count: 1800+
Rating: PG-13
“It happened again,” Finn said, dropping his duffel bag next to the couch.
Poe looked up from the couch, where he was hunched over his data pad. “You’re kidding,” he said.
“Nope,” Finn said. He plopped down next to his husband. “Got there, went through the whole security check, walked in and the High Minister says, ‘Who are you?’”
“I thought Connix started verifying who they wanted when she arranged these things,” Poe said. He put his data pad away and slipped an arm around Finn’s shoulders, pulling him close.
“She did,” Finn said. “She asked if they wanted Finn Dameron or Poe Dameron and they said Finn, but apparently they thought that was you. Or you’re me. Or whatever.” He sighed. “It would be funny if it wasn’t such a damn waste of time.”
“I hear you,” Poe replied. Just a few weeks ago, he’d flown ten hours to attend a meeting only to find that the rest of the attendees were under the impression they were getting the General Dameron who was an ex-Stormtrooper. When Poe had shown up, the former troopers who had tentatively formed an alliance with the local government felt they’d been betrayed and backed out of the deal, which caused headaches for everyone, especially Poe, who had to try to explain to a cranky planetary governor that when humans got married, they used the same family name.
“Maybe Torax had the right idea,” Finn mused. The ambassador from a small backwater planet in the Outer Rim had suggested that Poe adopt a higher rank, Grand General, or Supreme General, to differentiate him from Finn.
“I told you, babe, I’m not doing it,” he said. “I don’t outrank you. We’re equals. End of story.” He kissed Finn’s temple. “Besides, all of those suggestions just reek of Imperial pretentiousness.”
“You’re right,” Finn said. “I’m just frustrated.”
“I can fix that,” Poe replied, snuggling closer.
“I’ll just bet you can,” Finn said, running his fingers through Poe’s hair. Pretty soon, Poe was sure Finn had forgotten all about the mission gone wrong. He certainly had.
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“I don’t know how I can make it any clearer, General,” Connix said the next morning. “When they request to meet with General Dameron, I ask ‘Which one?’ If they say Poe, I give them Poe; if they say Finn, I give them Finn. And if they don’t know, then I ask a few questions to figure it out, but I don’t have time to play twenty questions every time someone comms us.”
“Well, it’s obvious they don’t always know who they want, even if they think they do,” Finn said. “We need to come up with a solution.”
“You could go back to being General Finn,” Rose suggested. “It’s not quite as professional, but it’s certainly clear.”
Finn shook his head. “I don’t want to do that unless we have to,” he said. It would make things easier for everyone, but he’d gotten used to being a Dameron and he still got a little thrill every time someone called him by that name. It reminded him that he had a family, a place in the world.
Poe nodded in agreement. “Yeah, let’s keep that as our final option. Maybe we just need to be more proactive. Instead of asking who they want, ask what they want and then tell them who they’re going to be dealing with.’
Connix nodded as well. “That could work. Divvy up the responsibilities between the two of you. For example, anything about defectors from the First Order goes to Finn; anything dealing with the Republic Navy goes to Poe.” She started tapping away at her data pad. “Yes, this is good. I’ll sit down with the rest of the staff and we can get a preliminary list to you by the end of the day.”
Finn relaxed in his seat. It was a relatively minor issue against the backdrop of galactic politics, but he felt better knowing it was taken care of, at least for the moment.
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Rey was tinkering with an old cleaning droid when Finn arrived. “Hey, good news,” he said, sitting down beside her. He picked up a broom attachment that had clearly seen better days and raised an eyebrow at her.
She tossed the battered part aside. “Yeah, it might be beyond hope,” she admitted. “So, what’s your good news?”
“Dad’s coming,” he said. Rey immediately perked up. Kes Dameron, Finn’s father-in-law, was one of her favorite people in the galaxy, mostly because he was a fantastic cook.
“And I’m invited for dinner?,” she asked hopefully.
“Of course,” Finn said, bumping her with his shoulder. “Every day. There’s no way the three of us can eat that much, anyway.”
“Are you implying that I can?,” she said, pretending to take affront. It was a standing joke between her and Finn that she could eat him under the table. Poe was constantly amazed at the quantities the two of them could put away, but then again, he hadn’t grown up having to scrounge for every bite, like Rey, or having his nutrition carefully doled out, like Finn.
“I’m not implying it, I’m flat out stating it,” Finn replied. “Poe says we should have a separate line in the Resistance budget for the ‘Care and feeding of Jedi’ that’s actually just your grocery bill.”
“Hey, I earn every bite,” Rey retorted. “I live in the Falcon, more or less, and Force knows I don’t spend a single credit on clothes. Food is all I ask for keeping the galaxy safe.”
“A cheap price to pay to keep the Jedi master on our side,” Finn said with a laugh.
“So …,” Rey said. “Did Kes mention what he’s planning to cook the first night?”
Finn shoved her off her seat.
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“Ugh. There are too many gods damned Damerons on this base,” Connix grumbled to Rose. “I swear, if those two have a kid …”
Rose laughed. “I know.” A small ship had just requested clearance to land, stating it had business with someone named Dameron. The crew barely spoke any Basic, and they’d had to haul C3-PO in from the other side of the base to translate before they could figure out that the ship didn’t want either of the Generals. They were delivering some supplies purchased by Mr. Dameron, who was planning to make an elaborate meal to celebrate some obscure Yavinian holiday that Finn has expressed curiosity about.
“I’m just going to start calling them by their first names, protocol be damned,” Connix said.
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“You can’t be referring to me by my first name when dealing with the Brexinti,” Poe told Connix. “They are very, very strict about the proper use of titles. I accidentally called the Premier Minister the Minister Prime and you’d think I killed a baby.”
“But they got confused that you both have the same title,” Connix shot back. “I was trying to make things easier for them.”
“I know,” Poe said, running his hand through his hair. “But they’re really touchy about using personal names outside of intimate situations. Like really touchy. Like, people have been shot for being too ‘familiar’ with a non-relative. According to their rules, only Finn and my dad can call me Poe. Everyone else is supposed to call me General Dameron at all times or their great ancestors will be offended.” He laid a hand on Connix’s arm. “I told them you were raised by feral loth-wolves and didn’t know any better and I think they bought it.” He winked and she rolled her eyes.
“You need to give me a raise, General Dameron,” she said.
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“It surprises us that you share a title with your husband,” Premier Minister Flonx said to Finn. “Or should I say, that you share a rank with him.” She laughed nervously. The Brexinti did everything nervously, Finn had noticed. Dealing with them was like walking on eggshells all the time, everyone seemingly terrified of saying something offensive or uncouth.
“Well, our position is kind of unique,” Finn tried to explain. “When General Organa died, she made it clear she wanted Poe to take her place.” He noticed that Flonx blushed when he said Poe’s name, and he tried to remember that saying someone’s first name outside the privacy of the home was tantamount to showing nude holovids to these people. “Sorry, Commander Dameron,” he corrected himself. “So, when Commander Dameron assumed the rank of General, he felt that he wasn’t up to the task of replacing General Organa, so he asked me to be his co-General. We kind of invented the rank on the spot.” He shrugged. “We work together, and he has his areas of expertise, and I have mine. It works for us.”
“But … does it not get confusing to others?” Flonx asked delicately.
“Oh, yeah,” Finn admitted. “But we’re not as formal about things as you are here on Brexin.”
“I am aware of that,” Flonx said. “It was rather shocking to us, to be honest.” She ducked her head and whispered. “I would die of shame if anyone were to speak the Minister Prime’s first name in my presence and we’ve been working together for years. I … I still remember the first time my husband spoke my name.” She blushed deeply. “Oh, we should not be talking of such risqué things, General Dameron. You are a bad influence!” She laughed awkwardly, clearly embarrassed.
“You think I’m bad,” Finn said, “wait until you meet my husband.”
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“General Dameron!” The Minister Prime called out.
Poe and Finn both turned. “Which one?,” they said.
Minister Prime Taxli shook his head in irritation. “This is altogether too confusing,” he said. “If you don’t mind, I shall begin referring to you as First General and Second General. Premier Minister Flonx has told me that one of you was created General before the other, am I right?”
Poe nodded. “Yes, General Organa named me as her successor, and then I asked F— him to be my co-general.” He’d barely caught himself from saying Finn out loud, which would have made half the Brexinti in attendance faint.
“Very good, then you shall be First General Dameron, and your husband shall be Second General Dameron,” said Taxli. “And we can all get about our business.”
Finn leaned over and whispered in Poe’s ear. “I kind of like that idea.”
“It still sounds like I outrank you, which I don’t,” Poe insisted. He hated the thought of anyone thinking that Finn was less than what he was: a General and the finest being Poe had ever met.
“It has nothing to do with rank,” Finn insisted. “It’s just about timing. You were a general first, and then I became a general second. It makes sense, and if some people think you take precedence, who cares? We’re married, it’s not like you can walk into a gathering ahead of me, no matter how strict the rules of protocol are. Couples enter together, right? Side by side.”
Poe smiled. “Side by side,” he said. “I like that. Okay, Second General Dameron, think Connix will like it?”
“Oh, she’ll love it,” Finn said emphatically. “Anything to make her life easier. We really need to give her a raise.”
#star wars#star wars sequel trilogy#finn star wars#poe dameron#poe x finn#FinnPoe#stormpilot#tooth rotting fluff
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La metamorfosis del amor.
Cae la noche y caigo, mal hábito,
El sol no le agrada a mi pecho
Me da alergia la claridad, me enferma
Alborota esa cosa que vive en mi pecho
aplasta mís pulmones
Me falta el aire
Y araña mi esófago,
Criatura como a crecido
Después de todo no aloje una mariposa
Esa que le agradaba tanto como a mi
Aquella perdida.
Como rebolboteaba cuando la sentía recostada
En mi pecho, su hogar.
En nombre del amor adopte inofensiva sensacion,
desde que se fue vive con enojo
Y creció
Creció tanto
Ya no cabe en mi torax
Demanda tu presencia
Ocupa sentirte.
Me daña pero me recuerda a ti.
Se alimenta de mi corazón
De Mi órgano
Siento como lo desgarra en cada bocado.
Ojalá ya acabe por completo y muera de hambre
Y yo de amor.
- Oscar Perez
#poesia#literatura#escritos#pensamientos#texto de amor#texto en tumblr#textos#amor#frases#frases de amor#notas de amor#desamor#artista#español#en español#oscuro#suspenso#enfermo#mentally fucked#oscuridad#poesía oscura#anciedad#citas de amor#desahogo#gotico
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08/04/2024
galeria eu comprei uma calça 36 forma pequena, acho que dá uma 34 normal, custou meus 2 rins (2500 pila🤑) então agora eu sou O B R I G A D A a emagrecer, vou focar, aconteça o que acontecer eu vou continuar, nada, repito: NADA vai fazer eu parar, aquela calça vai servir em mim custe o que custar ☝️, to me sentindo milionária com essa calça juro, ela eh flare com cintura meio baixa (meu torax é curto ent n fica muito baixo) simplesmente maravilhosa, comprei na diesel 🤓
por enquanto nao vou estabelecer uma meta de peso específica, mas vou perder o máximo de peso que eu conseguir, amanhã é nf sem mimimi, vou emagrecer, vou ficar linda e maravilhosa 😛
hoje o intake eu nao sei, nao contei e eu nao me exercitei... mas amanha vai dar tudo certo ate pq nao vou ter tempo pra fazer o almoço de amanhã e vou ficar na minha escola até de tarde
#garotas bonitas não comem#borboletana#ana e mia br#ed br#anabrasil#⭐️ve#⭐️rving#thinspø#th1n$pø#th1nsp1ration#ana mia brasil#analog#ana buddie#ana male#ana trigger#ana e mia#ana y mia#pretty girls dont eat#borboletando#borboletassemprevoltam#borboletei#ed not sheeren#tw ed diet#ed behaviour tw#tw restrictive ed#tw ed but not sheeran#tw eating issues#tw disordered eating#tw mia#disordered eating in tags
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POETIC shit #21 Este año estuvo inundando por despedidas Abandonar una manera de vivir Jamás senti mi etapa de universidad como monotonía Cada día una nueva persona Con la cual hablar Descubri música nueva Experiencias lucidas Senti que vivía entre sueños Ya lo dije con anterioridad Pero se que Aunque este lejos de las personas que me acompañaron Jamás dejaran de vivir en mi corazón No vivo en el pasado Vivo recordando Intentado no olvidar Por qué la memoria no solo es un privilegio Sino una responsabilidad No sé que viene en el futuro La vida me enseñó a aceptar con cariño todo lo que venga Pero también me enseñó a construir mi propio camino Uno que se aleja del resto Uno que no siempre se encuentra iluminado Pero es mi camino y disfruto del viaje https://youtu.be/DXKZsSOVQRQ POETIC shit #fotografias #fotograma #stills #recuerdos #memorias #poeticshit #poetasidiotas #gang #torax #a7 #cenecé #fujifilmmx #fujimovie #fujifilm #filmsimulation #tonaley #sueños https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm4m43TvsIv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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