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bocadosdefilosofia · 1 year
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«Pero aquí aparece el punto crucial, la divergencia entre Sade y la Revolución, entre Sade y el Terrorismo, entre Sade y Robespierre. Una vez aniquilado el tirano, ¿puede el pacto social existir unilateralmente en función de los ciudadanos entre sí? Los tribunales, los procedimientos judiciales, ¿pueden subsistir en función de los miembros de la ciudadanía? ¿Cómo es posible? replica Sade. Os habéis rebelado contra la iniquidad; para vosotros la iniquidad consistía en estar excluidos de la práctica de la iniquidad; al rebelaros contra la iniquidad habéis replicado con la iniquidad, ya que habéis matado a vuestros amos como ellos habían matado a Dios en su conciencia. La justicia, para vosotros, a menos que volváis a la servidumbre, la justicia, y habéis dado pruebas sangrientas de ello, sólo puede consistir en la práctica común de la iniquidad individual. ¿A quién acudiréis sino a Dios, o por lo menos a un orden idéntico que os asegurará el tranquilo goce de los beneficios de la insurrección? Todo lo que emprendáis en adelante llevará la marca del asesinato».
Pierre Klossowski: Sade mi prójimo. Arena Libros, pág. 61. Madrid, 2005.
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i-am-aprl · 22 days
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Israel was, is, and will always be a war criminal
BTW... There was no Hamas at that time, not in Egypt not in any other place.
On this day, April 8, 1970, Israeli occupation forces’ aircraft bombed the Bahr El-Baqar primary school in Sharqia Governorate, Egypt, resulting in the martyrdom of 30 children and injuring more than 50 others as they sat in their classrooms.
Despite 54 years passing, the Bahr El-Baqar massacre will remain a testament to the criminality of the Israeli occupation state.
This year’s memory comes at a time when the mask has fallen from Israel in front of the world, and most of the world’s populations have learned that Israel is a state built on massacres.
The blood of the thirty martyred children has now returned to haunt you and to be a curse upon you at a time when you have lost the media war in front of the world.
في مثل هذا اليوم 8 أبريل 1970 قامت طائرات قوات الاحتلال الاسرائيلي بقصف مدرسة بحر البقر الابتدائية في محافظة الشرقية بمصر مما أدى إلى استشهاد 30 طفلاً وإصابة أكثر من 50 آخرين، بينما كانوا يجلسون في فصولهم الدراسية.
رغم مرور 54 عام عليها إلا أن مجزرة بحر البقر ستظل شاهدة على إجرام دولة الاحتلال الاسرائيلي، وتأتي الذكرى هذا العام في وقت سقط القناع عن دولة إسرائيل أمام العالم وعلمت أغلب شعوب العالم أن إسرائيل دولة قامت على المذابح.
دماء الثلاثين طفل شهيد عادت الآن لتطاردكم ولتكون لعنة عليكم في وقت خسرتم فيه الحرب الإعلامية أمام العالم.
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the-uncanny-dag · 8 months
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John Lynch as Bridgens is just this
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suzukiblu · 5 months
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excerpt from the one where Tim Drake goes to an alternate reality and decides to get his other self laid via the local Kon's bisexual awakening:
"Hey, remember when you saved my life earlier?" Tim asks. 
"Yeah, kinda," Kon replies in amusement. "Seeing as it was about two point five seconds after you rigged the evil alien robot army to self-destruct and helped save our entire literal reality's life, so I was definitely paying attention." 
"Flatterer," Tim says with a smirk even as he waves him off. The self-destruct function wasn't even that hard to hack, comparatively. That time he'd downloaded Lex Luthor's active IP files from his personal office while the asshole had been on his damn computer–now that'd been tricky. Interdimensional alien invaders barely compare. And the Brainiac incident still gives him stress migraines when he thinks about it for too long. 
Metropolis sucks and Tim frankly has no idea how his own Kon can stand the place.
But like, getting off-topic here. 
"Well, I was gonna say you should let me pay you back for that," he continues. "But since you bring it up I'll also accept a show of gratitude on behalf of your reality, whichever gets you off harder.” 
Kon laughs, because he is apparently adorable enough to have assumed that was a joke. Precious little moron, Tim thinks fondly. 
"You know, you're a lot less uptight than our version of you is," Kon says, grinning down at Tim before flashing Tim's other self a smirk. "No offense, Rob. Dude's clearly just doing more yoga than you or something. Maybe drinking more tea? Taking the occasional bubble bath?" 
"Silly me, if only I'd invested in more bath bombs in my life," Tim's other self says dryly. 
"It's probably my sex life, actually," Tim himself puts in with an easy shrug. Turns out when you stop pretending you don't have a ridiculously high libido and actually just indulge the thing, a lot of life's little annoyances become a lot easier to handle. Go figure. "Plus my boyfriend Bernard is really great, just his entire existence does wonders for my mood in general and he also makes me eat real food on occasion and monitors my caffeine intake much more reliably than I'm capable of doing on my own. The man is a living antidepressant and I don't even mean that in a fucked-up way, he's just that good." 
"Boyfriend?" Kon blinks at him, then puts on another grin. It takes, Tim cannot help but notice, exactly two beats longer than his real grin would've. "Ohhhhh, okay, so the problem is just that you're not getting laid hard enough?" 
"It is not," Tim's other self says dubiously, watching Kon just a little bit warily and obviously worried about his potential reaction to the word "boyfriend". Well, Tim never claimed to be emotionally intelligent about Kon, so no surprise his other self is also a dumbass there. 
"It kinda is, actually," he tells his other self. "I was tracking my cortisol levels the last time I went on a solo away mission and let's just say they were . . . concerning? Like really concerning. Like by the time I got back I was kiiiiind of convinced I was going to need to go on anti-anxiety meds again. But then I jumped my Kon in the Titans Tower med bay instead and that pretty much solved the problem." 
Kon . . . pauses, sort of. Tilts his head. Tim's other self looks a lot warier.
"'Jumped'," Kon repeats carefully. "Like . . . what, you dragged him to the gym to spar or something?" 
"Like I blew his back out so hard that when he came his TTK fritzed out and disassembled my recovery bed," Tim clarifies helpfully. "It really helped with the cortisol levels issue." 
Kon blinks. Tim's other self looks pained, but also desperately envious. Tim would also be desperately envious if their situations were reversed and so does not blame him for said envy in the slightest. 
"I thought you said you had a boyfriend?" Kon says after a moment, sounding a little odd in a very telling way. Or at least very telling to Tim, anyway. 
As is the way that he's not looking at Tim's other self at all anymore. 
"Open relationship," Tim says. "Also Bernard thinks you're stupidly hot and really likes hearing about the kind of stuff you let me do to you. I've actually been debating inviting you over for his birthday so he can watch us live for once but I haven't asked you yet." 
"What, so your Kon is the side chick?" Kon jokes, awkwardly putting on another just barely belated grin. 
"More like my kept boy, functionally speaking, but he's having a 'weird about commitment' phase right now so I've just been making a lot of sugar baby jokes to soften him up," Tim replies with a shrug. It's only sort of been working, but it has been working, and he's willing to take his time on it. It's not fair to expect Kon to only be easy, after all. "Long-term goal is to marry Bernard and ideally get Kon to 'live-in boyfriend' status somewhere in there, but that would also require him not being weird about commitment and also figuring out how well he and Bernard get along in the same space, so we'll just have to see how that one goes." 
"Uh," Kon says. "Why?" 
"Because you are incredibly important to me and also look like a very horny Renaissance sculptor made you out of calacatta marble," Tim tells him matter-of-factly, gesturing meaningfully at him. "Frankly it's criminal that you ever put clothes on."
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It was only supposed to be a simple mission. Red Robin and Nightwing were sent to investigate some magical ruins that might have a lead on one of thier shared cases. Kon had practically begged to come along since he and Tim hadn't seen eachother in a while. Nightwing didn't see a problem with it so off they went.
It was later that night when they were asleep in thier tents (Timm was forced to sleep via the power of kons puppy dog eyes) that something strange happened.
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Phantom wobbled a bit in flight. He didn't know where or when he was. He had just escaped his parents after they saw Vlad transform and in a fit of rage, Vlad outed Danny too.
Vlad was killed pretty quickly. But Danny? They tried to "fix" Danny. It was only thanks to Jazz freeing him that he could bolt into the Ghost Zone and disappear. And bolt he did. He went so far so fast that he didn't even notice when he re-entered the living realms and just kept going.
Not wanting to make his situation worse, he decided to bed down for the night. His wounds weren't exactly healed but they were closed and that was what really mattered. He phased the blood out of his clothes as he silently approached a camp. Thier fire was out, properly drenched too. Danny had a thought to swipe some food but decided not to. Not out of morality, desperate times and all that, but because he physically couldn't muster up the energy to do anything more than curl up on the grass and pass out from exhaustion.
Needless to say when Tim wakes up the next morning and sees what appears to be a younger version of himself curled up outside he freaks out. He sneakily snags a sample and compared it to his own DNA and, suprise! Its a match. Aside from the obvious marks of cloning in his genetic structure and this odd unknown element sticking to it he was a perfect match for Tim Drake Wayne.
Nightwing woke up to find Tim standing over his unconscious mini and muttering about him being a dad. Dick was glad he packed that expensive coffee. They were all going to need it.
Kon was just excited to be an uncle.
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andrewckeeper · 2 months
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LIDMF AI + PHOTOSHOP "El ResplandOZ"
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soranatus · 1 year
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Knight Terrors: Superman (2023) #2 variant cover by Mikel Janín
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fatimajpeg · 10 months
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My variant cover for Superboy: Man Of Tomorrow #6 !!
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multiocular-mushroom · 6 months
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stars
won't do it
not today
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spookyprime · 8 months
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How about Kon with a fluffy cat for a doodle request? (:
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girlactionfigure · 4 months
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Mohammad El Kurd, a Palestinian from East Jerusalem who was previously named one of the Times’ People of the Year, spoke today and called for the normalization of a massacre of Israelis like on October 7... Yes, it’s completely true! And the craziest thing is that someone who supports this terrorism is supposed to land in Israel and pass through Israel. If our country has an iota of self-respect left, he should be arrested immediately on the day he lands and prosecuted for inciting and supporting terrorism!
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argoscity · 10 months
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KNIGHT TERRORS: SUPERMAN (2023) #1 written by Joshua Williamson art by Tom Reilly
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weirdlookindog · 3 months
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El barón del terror (1962)
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Knight Terrors: Superman #2
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vyorei · 3 months
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Another shelter bombed.
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iszapizza · 2 years
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Damian are u telling us something here
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