#telesthesia

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Day at the beach! 1/3

I went to the beach with my boy Branko<3 I'd say he really enjoyed it! I did too of course^_^ more pictures to come!

I did fuck up posing his hands here but he's doing a heart!!

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New risograph covers for my REMOTE VIEWER comic premiering at the Permanent Damage comix event hosted by Floating World Comics in Portland OR August 26 2023.

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VICTOR: Telesthesia (SR KARMA)

Victor's Moments ~Divination~

Victor's Moments ~Pedestrian Accident~

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‘telaesthesia’ via Google

[sharpened--edges]

Perhaps the ruling class is no longer exactly capitalist. The factories and forges are now in the underdeveloped world, and ownership of the means of production is increasingly subordinated to the ownership of the patents, trademarks, and copyrights – ‘intellectual property’ – that governs all production. As the overdeveloped world is hollowed out and its working class cast on the scrapheap, the new ruling class cares less and less about its care and feeding. ‘Welfare reform’ is the first step toward abandoning the state’s responsibilities to its people, now that its people need no longer be stabilized and managed as a working class.      The ruling class does not particularly care about ‘biopolitics’ any more. It senses no obligation to maintain the bodies of any particular population as potential recruits for its factories or armies. The revolution in military affairs replaces foot soldiers with pilotless drones, or, when that fails, with mercenaries. When it has used up the labor of a particular region, it can always source more, from somewhere else.…      While the new ruling class abandons its responsibilities to the working class, setting it loose as a dispossessed multitude, it cares more and more for quite another aspect of the multitude – its ability to generate what Jean Baudrillard used to call sign value. It needs the restless productivity of the multitude to constantly create and recreate the image and the language of desire – one which it can capture and use as the attractive wrappings for the commodities it has made by the old capitalist method in the underdeveloped world.

McKenzie Wark, Telesthesia: Communication, Culture, and Class (Polity, 2012), p. 61.

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Telesthesia - Liam Dunbar

Chapter 5.

Allison’s old laptop weighs heavy in my backpack. Not as heavy as the guilt I carry with me. Uncle Chris told me I could use Allison’s laptop for educational purposes. Although I’m not doing anything I’m not allowed, I’m sure my uncle did not mean for me to educate myself on the supernatural. 

“Noelle, wait up!” Liam easily jogs up to me in the hallway. “Everything okay?” He asks as we walk to our English lecture. It’s the only class we have together.

“I told you I’m fine.” I mutter.

“And your heart skipped a beat.” 

“Because you’re making me nervous, Liam.” 

“Another lie.” He states. “That’s okay, I only asked because I care.”

“Why do you? We barely know each other.” I roll my eyes.

“Because you saved my life.” His voice is low and he looks down to the floor.

“And if there’s anything-“

“There isn’t.” 

“If you insist.” Liam mutters.

“I do.” 

We walk in silence for a moment, avoiding the mass of students roaming the halls. They quickly disappear into their assigned classrooms. Great, now we’re late. Then Liam stops in his tracks, but I don't wait up for him. Within seconds he grabs hold of my arm, causing my books to fall to the ground. He pushes me up against a row of lockers and corners me by putting his hands on either side of my face. 

I’m frozen in spot, staring into his big, bright eyes. I swallow hard to get rid of my nerves and ignore the pleasant feeling of his breath fanning across my skin.  

“What? No biting back?” Liam raises his brows, his lips twisted into a smirk.

“Figured that’s more your thing, fangs and all.” I release the breath I was holding. I’m awfully aware of how fast my heart is beating.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, Noelle.” 

“You have me cornered up against the wall, what the hell do you expect?” I snap.

Liam shakes his head. “That’s not it.” 

“Just let go of me.” Thankfully my voice is steady, unlike the rest of my body. My legs feel like they could give out on me any second now. 

“Tell me what’s wrong with you.” He almost pleads.

“What’s wrong with me?” I exclaim. “Liam you have me pushed against a wall and you’re asking what’s wrong with me? Let go of me you asshole.” The tears start to well at the brink of my eyes. As soon as Liam notices this, he takes a step back. 

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles. He brings his hand up to his mouth before he runs it through his hair. 

I shake my head. “No, you’re not.” 

“You’re being impossible here Noelle, clearly there’s something wrong with you, why won’t you tell me what it is?” He clenches and unclenches his jaw with so much force I’m surprised I can’t actually hear his teeth brittling.

“Because we’re not friends Liam.” He looks taken aback at this. “And after this I don’t think we ever will be.” I turn around to walk away but knock straight into Scott. We haven’t met before, but I recognize him from the pictures in Allison’s room. She kept every memory of him, even after they broke up, which I think is beautiful. Scott eyes me warily as he helps me up. “I’m her cousin.” I explain, because the question Allison? is written all across his features. 

“Noelle, right?” Scott quickly recovers. “She used to tell me about you.” 

I nod. “I should go.” I step aside to move past Scott but his voice brings me to a halt again.

“Or you could come with us?” 

I hesitate but turn around again. I lock eyes with Liam, who’s now leaning against the lockers he had me pushed up against. “Where?” 

“You should stay in the car.” Liam says to me. We’re seated in the backseat of Stiles’ Jeep. 

“Because I’m weak?” I raise my brows.

“Because you’re human.” 

“Same difference.” I shrug. 

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” Liam mumbles. 

“You hurt me today.” I remind him. This gains us the stares of Scott and Stiles through the rear view mirror. They don’t say anything, though.

“I said I was sorry.” 

“‘Sorry’ isn’t some magic eraser that undoes what you did.” I snap.

“You’re staying in the car.” Liam states, then he gets out. 

“Everything okay Noelle?” Stiles asks. When I don’t reply, he continues. “Liam can be a pain in the ass.” He states. “But most of the time he’s alright.” With those words he gets out of the car. Scott looks at me once more before he, too, goes outside.

For a moment I just sit there, studying Stiles’ car a little. It’s a cool ride, falling apart at most parts, but the nostalgic feel about it makes up for that. I decide to study a little, it’s only my first day of classes, but I have a lot to catch up on.

When I go to take my books out of my backpack, my eyes catch hold of Allison’s laptop. More intrigued than ever, I find myself typing in her password, completely forgetting about the Biology chapter I intended to read. 

Allison has loads of documents saved. I make a mental note to look through her school papers some time, could spare me a lot of work. Hidden further away, I find a folder that says Scott. I feel intrusive and pray I won’t find anything too disturbing, like collages or nudes. Or collages of his nudes. 

Thankfully, I find exactly what I was looking for. There are images of beasts with fangs bigger than the people shown. Accompanied by script work I cannot make out, I’m guessing it’s latin. I sigh, guess anything on here is completely useless if I can’t even read what it says. 

Bored again, I shut the laptop close and get out of the car. Liam carefully warned me to stay inside, but he’s not the boss of me. Besides, I came along to get more information out of the pack. What a complete waste of my time it would be if I stayed in the car. Plus, agitating Liam is quite the bonus.  

I climb out of the Jeep, slam the door shut behind me and wander out into the narrower parts of the alleyway. “Great. A fucking dead end.” I mutter, staring at the wall that’s blocking me. I frown, certain Scott, Stiles and Liam all went this way. The only way they could have entered the building from here is through the window, about five meters high above the ground. There's no way I could climb up there, not even if I push the garbage can up against the wall. I sigh, but not defeated, and decide to walk around the building in search of another entrance.  

I find one, and once inside, I find the building eerily quiet.  What pieces of furniture are left are all broken, ripped and the materials are sprawled across the floor. I move through the first room, not one sign of anyone else being around. 

The same goes for the next four rooms I make it through. I reach a hallway, with ceilings higher than I’ve ever seen before. There’s a stairway in the middle of the room leading to the second floor. I hesitate to climb the stairs, but my decision is made for me when a body flies through the air and lands right in front of me. I am blocked from the stairs, but even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be able to move. The body in front of me doesn’t look human, nor alive. I cannot help but scream.

“Noelle what the hell are you doing here?” Liam’s voice drags me out of my daze. I blink rapidly, dragging my eyes from Liam in his wolf-like state to the body in front of me. Taking in as much of the body as possible, I conclude that it does not look like a wolf. “Noelle.” Liam’s voice cuts through the tick air. He looks like his normal self again when he grabs hold of my arm and drags me out of the room. Only when we’re outside he releases his grip on me. “I fucking told you to stay in the car.” He snaps. I don’t reply to him as I walk back to the car. 

“Noelle are you listening?” Liam exclaims, following behind me. “I’m talking to you!” he snaps again. 

My vision is a blurry combination of the car I’m walking towards and the body that came towards me. There was blood all over it, eyes open wide with shock. I think it missed a limb or two. 

“Noelle!” Liam grabs hold of my arm again, like he tends to do. 

“What?”

“Talk to me.” 

“No.” I say, even though answering him defeats my point. I shrug my arm loose and keep walking.

“Where are you even going?” 

“I’m going to study Biology and pretend I didn’t just see what I did. Or better said, what you did.” I snap at him. My hands are shaking when I open the door to the Jeep. I climb into the backseat and grab hold of my backpack, easily finding my Biology textbook in there. It’s easier to avoid Liam’s eyes when I have my gaze focussed on my book, although I can’t make out a thing I’m reading. All I see is the body, and its lifeless eyes staring into mine.

Liam sits beside me, not saying a word. Every once in a while I flip a page, none of the words stick in my mind, though. “This is ridiculous.” Liam mutters suddenly. He grabs the book from my hands and closes it shut. “What are you doing?” 

“Trying to study.” I state. 

“Noelle,” 

“Don’t.” 

“That wasn’t my doing.” He says, quietly. 

“I don’t care.” I mutter.

“It wasn’t me.” He repeats. “Peter showed up.” 

“Hale?” I frown. 

“Yes.” Liam frowns as well. “You know of him?” 

“Not really.” I shrug. “Just the name.” And the fact that Lydia resurrected him from the death, which he made happen by mind control. He and I should have a chat some time. 

“Yeah well, you should know he isn’t very patient.” Liam mutters. 

“Got that much.” Again we sit in silence for a little while. I watch the minutes pass by on the dashboard clock. After exactly six minutes, Liam speaks up again.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” He sounds honest, not forced like usual. I look up into his eyes and can tell he really means it.

I want to shrug and tell him it’s what I get for being so stubborn. I should have listened, should have stayed in the car. I deserve to have him rub it in. I can’t help but smile a little that he isn’t doing just that. He’s different now, less distant. Acknowledging I’m human, and that it’s quite horrifying to see a dead body. So instead of the cold reply my instincts tell me to give him, I tell him thanks.

[prince-dolls]

Day at the beach! 3/3

Last couple of photos! Not really the beach anymore, but they're still nice:)

I really enjoyed the whole day out<3 love taking my dolls outside and taking photos, they're all so adorable and I love having them around:)

I wish I could do some photos with the wisteria, but there were people there that I didn't want to bother>_< maybe next year!

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A couple valentines photos^_^ I love this guy so much<3

Please ignore his lack of pants, I need to get the right materials still>_<