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springtyme · 10 months

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Hiii can we get some dating Richie headcanons :)

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐡 ♡

We certainly can! Thank you for the request, I love this disaster of a man so much! I had so much fun with this and I'm so exited for season two 💕 I also couldn't contain myself and made a Richie playlist

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Richie had almost given up on love before he met you. Almost.

After a series of failed dates and a couple of meaningless hookups it had seemed to him like love just wasn’t in the cards for him anymore. But then you had come along to prove him wrong.

Despite how he might come off to some, Richie is definitely a lover boy. Putting himself ‘out there’ after his split with Tiff had been hard, but he knew that he deep down, in the essential core of his being, desperately craved to have someone to share his life with.

Someone to come home to and share the little moments with. Someone to rant to about how Carmy had been acting like little bitch about the new dishtowels, or how another building downtown has been torn down to be turned into another fucking nightmarish cement parking house. Someone who he could have a laugh with and who would give him a chance to rise above the label of deadbeat loser that the universe seems to have put on him. Someone who could see him for who he truly is. Someone who wouldn’t judge him or think less of him for having sold a little coke from a back alley in a desperate situation.

Richie will do anything for the people he cares for, so what if his methods are a little unorthodox? He is loyal to the bone and he cares, he fucking cares.

And that is all he wants, someone to care for. Someone to love and someone to love him. That was all that he dreamed of before, but he had started to lose hope.

But then, when he finally had started to come to terms with the idea that that might never happen, he met you.

It had all started with a slightly awkward date. He had been quite nervous, way more than he normally was. You just seemed too good to be true, way too good for someone like him anyway. He wanted to give off a good impression so bad that it slightly backfired, or it maybe would have backfired if you weren't you.

He had been loud and acting confident in a way only a man who’s trying to hide how nervous he actually is can. He had been accidently laughing at his own jokes before the punchline had even landed and stumbling over his own words from time to time, but luckily for him you had found it rather charming. You couldn’t keep the wide smile from spreading on your face as he started rambling about Bill Murray and some old roman goddess.

He had visibly relaxed after you had declared with a smile that you probably had to give him a call one of these days so you could hear the voicemail from the story, but that you certainly wouldn’t mind if he just happened to pick up the phone.

He did pick up the phone when you called, and you were not disappointed in the slightest that it was Richie’s voice and not Bill Murray’s that had greeted you.

That first date turned into another, which turned into yet another one and no matter how scared he was that you would suddenly realize how much of a shitshow his life truly is he just didn’t seem to be able to scare you off.

He’ll be your number one cheerleader, always so proud of you, and he will tell everybody who lets him about you. And he loves to show you off. You are in his opinion way out of his league and he is just so damn proud to have someone as amazing and beautiful as you to call his and to love.

He loves taking pictures of you. Just silly little pictures, you picking up produce at the farmers market or silly little selfies of the two of you as you wait in line at Arby's. He just wants to remember all the nice little moments with you.

He’ll proudly flaunt you on his instagram for all his 36 followers to see (well, 37 now that you follow him)

You will usually try and match your lunch break at work to fit with family at the restaurant. Stepping into the restaurant to be met with a huge smile from Richie is one of the highlights of your day. The staff of the beef are essentially family to him and he is so happy to share you with them. You have become part of that little family and it is more than Richie could ever have dreamt of.

Neither of you are in a rush with your relationship. He is a divorcee with a daughter and you have never had any wild dreams about a wedding or an on paper ‘picture perfect’ relationship with a house and a white picket fence. You just want someone who loves you for exactly who you are and that someone is Richie.

It is about a year into your relationship that you say ‘I love you’ the first time you don’t know if it is late or not but one thing for sure is that the love had been there from early on.

It was four months into your relationship that he had asked you if you would like to meet his daughter and honestly that had been a bigger confession of love than anything else could have been. He loves his daughter more than anything in the world and you know that he would never bring up introducing you to her if it wasn’t because he was serious about you and wanted you as a permanent part of his life.

You had been a little nervous to meet her, you know how much she means to Richie and you had just really wanted her to like you. You had, however, not been the slightest bit nervous about how you would feel about her, she’s Richie’s little girl after all, a part of him, and you love every part of him.

Luckily for you, she absolutely adores you, and you adore her. It had meant everything for Richie to know that his baby girl and you were getting along so well.

It had been on that same night as you had uttered your first ‘I love you’s’ that he had asked you if you wanted to move in together. He had been so happy when you had kissed a ‘yes’ into his lips.

Living together is everything Richie could ever have dreamt of. Not waking up to an empty bed and knowing that you are at home waiting on him when he comes home from work is like a dream come true.

He is an early riser, usually you wake up to an empty bed, and even though you sometimes wish you woke up to warm, morning-cuddles it is always made up for by the sight of Richie in the kitchen. He is usually only wearing one of his, seemingly never ending supply of, ‘The Beef’ shirts and a pair of boxers.

His back will be turned to you as he’s in the midst of getting your coffee ready for you. It has become a fixture in your life with Richie, something you wouldn’t give up, even for all the morning-cuddles in the world.

You will sneak up on him and let your arms sneak around him, hugging him tight from behind and he will lean softly back into your embrace.

If he is having a smoke you will pluck the cigarette from his lips and take a few drags as you squish your cheek into his back and slowly let the comforting smell of brewing coffee wake you up. When the cigarette is smoked and ashed into the sink to later be thrown into the ashtray, Richie will turn around, engulfing you in his long, lean arms and press a gentle kiss to your forehead, kissing a ‘good morning’ into your still sleep-warm skin.

Your relationship with Richie is warm and loving. It doesn’t mean that it is constant smooth sailing, but you always work through the bumps you come across along the road together. That is the true beauty of your relationship with him, the constant reassuring feeling of togetherness.

You are in his life to stay, you are family now and Richie will do anything to keep you happy and by his side.

#richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovixh x you #richie jerimovich headcanon #richie jerimovich #the bear headcanon #the bear imagine #the bear fanfiction #the bear #the bear hulu #thebearweek #the bear fic #the bear fx #the bear x reader #carmen berzatto #springtyme writes

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self-spaghettification · 1 month

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ok im sorry im having many thoughts in this arby’s tonight (i’m off adderall) but it just occurred to me that

the novablade is most likely made of a star devourer’s tusk/horn

like what like what like HOW DID I NOT PUT 2 AND 2 TOGETHER ALREADY HELLOOO…

“White as the star's heart it pierced, ivory draconic brought death's bite known ever forth as Novablade..” draconic as in dragons, ivory as in an animal’s tusk (some dragons have tusks) but it can also refer to a pale color….

star devourer dragon magic “swallowing” the heart of stars… “the very core of stars themselves…” the use of the phrasing themselves is weird until you put it into this context, it’s about startouch elves as they’re the personification of stars, the stars themselves. and piercing the white heart.

also also.

“their mere sight plunges a person into delirium”

all the celestial elves, who have the novablade, just happen to wear blindfolds. coincidence? i think not.

using a sword to kill a dragon❌

using a dragon sword to kill ✅

i love tdp.

#the dragon prince #tdp meta #star devourer dragon #star dragon tdp #tdp stars #novablade #self spaghettification #tdp theory #tdp speculation #or if not tusk/horn then like. bone. tooth. claw. yk

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wutbju · 6 months

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The Craven

by Arby Jenkins

Once upon a righteous fury While I pondered in a hurry Whether I would someday be ennobled in Collegiate lore— While I wondered, nearly slumbered, suddenly there came a dumber Person even than myself, tap-tapping on my office door. “Tis some Positive,” I muttered, “tapping on my office door— Only Eric, nothing more.

Ah, distinct the recollection of that autumn resurrection Of the question of Steve Pettit’s contract, would it be renewed four more? Eagerly, demanding entry into Admin’s inner sanctum There to press for more tomorrows—for Steve’s now forsaken powers— For the banjo-playing campman whom the Fundies named Doctor. Tossed away for evermore.

Hark, the rising of our mission, sizing up the Board’s ambitious vision Filled me—willed me to fantastic glories not bethought before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating “Could it be that I could do it, take Steve’s place by coup, nor rue it, Ease myself by scheming to be President? Just do it! This I hoped and wanted more.

Presently the coup grew stronger, hesitating then no longer, “Board,” said we, “or Madmen, reformation cannot be foregone; But the fact is you have sinned, against our Pettit you have been

Harping, carping at him, now we rise up to implore, That you stop your firing plans—here I burst in through their door— Silence there and nothing more.

Could it be my powers failing, leaving me with only wailing That I should be hearkened unto as my wisdom I deployed? No one heard me, no one listened, neither Board nor ‘Ministration, Til my voice was rasping vainly with the weakest, “por favor” This I whispered, but they cackled, “No sir, not you anymore.” Ate the donuts, nothing more.

Back into the office turning, my ambition whirling, swirling, Why could I not be the person chosen for the vacant role? “It’s because you’ve not been stable, this and that, you prove unable Through the years your fundy label has not proven to be full. This they told me and it echoed deep into my soul Unproven, I had nothing more.

Quick to Facebook churning, turning, all my grievances a-burning, Soon the friends all gathered, shouting louder than before. “Surely we can overcome the sinful Board and then become them; Wielding all their former power as we wish to make our score— Let us see, then what is out there, keeping us from doing more— Let my heart relax one moment while I ponder what’s in store— ‘Tis my hubris, nothing more!

Now I open up the Answer, to discern the written dictum Of the former Chairman of the Hypocritic Board— Not the slimmest bow he made me as he left the Table gamely, Tossing at me only his disdain while leaving me insanely Gaping at the now-shut door. My ambitions on the trodden floor.

Enter Doctor Alan Benson, lately of Gen Z dissension, Begging them to choose a church ennobled with the “BJ Core,” He’ll be Acting, merely Acting, in the role I craved expecting, Nay, desiring, while expiring Pettit’s case I did implore. Overstepping, always fretting, and my welcome is no more.

Let this be a lesson, children, when you crave a righteous burden Not to see your self-importance as another’s prime devotion. In the end they’ll all desert you and declare they never knew you, While you feign to be so loyal to the Board who now abhor you Joke’s on them, their school is flailing, Fundies are no more prevailing, Legacies now dim and fading shall be lifted nevermore.

#Bob Jones University #The Positives #Positive BJU Grads #Make Pettit Prez Again #Arby Jenkins

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bcyoureallthatmakessense · 1 year

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Starting a new thread for ep 3

Ellie and Joel's banter is EVERYTHING to me

God the fucking GRAVEYARD of people

Oh no the flashback it was a BABY

A whole ass armory omg

Oh he's smart af w those trip wires

This is my fiance core tbh, like he's so fucking smart and would have a setup like this w all the bells and whistles

Oh he's actually not infected

This is not an arbys lmao

I realize now that I've seen the spoilers for this one and it's gonna break my fuckin heart

Stop this piano scene!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THE AFTER

THEY ARE IN LOVE YOUR HONOUR IK THEYRE FIGHTING BUT THEYRE IN LOVE

Aw 🥹

Lmao grumpy sunshine frfr

Bill has every reason to be pissed tho

Oh he put the gun away okay

Tess and Frank are besties your honour

Bill is me running fr w my asthmatic ass

A GARDEN!!!!!!!!!

Lil strawbs

STOP they cheersd the strawbs

Gonna lose it this is SUCH sweet scene 😭🫶🏻

Older means we're still here 🥹🥹🥹

I wasn't afraid until you showed up 🥹

Lmao NOT ON THE STRAWBERRIES

No stop please stop Bill you're gonna pull thru stop you shut up and stop

Shit fuck he did call Joel but they already left

Oh wait now were in current time I thought he died and im crying for nothing

Ugh I love them sm

I wonder when Frank had the stroke

They love each other SO bad

Stop not your last day

Oh not a stroke

Actually gonna SOB now

love me the way I want you to

They GOT married

The way he filled the glass a little less so Frank didnt spill

Oh God I can't imagine having to do this

If I was in the situation I would do the same tho tbh let me die falling asleep next to the love of my entire life

I love them I love this episode I love their love

Oh God I didn't think about Joel and Ellie finding them help

What's in the letter

The LAUGH please

Also friends.....almost

Oh God TESS

He loved her you can't tell me I'm wrong

Oh yeah the armory

Yeah see that's what I said Ellie

She wants a gun so bad lol

She basically told him u smell like ass pls shower

I wonder if they grabbed extra clothes, I always wonder that in apocalypse shows

Fuck this show is emotional as FUCK

#tlou spoilers #meli liveblogs tlou #tlou #melismusings #about me

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winterandwords · 1 year

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Word Find Tag (chocolate, eavesdropping, gay, grief, super)

@oh-no-another-idea tagged me to search my WIP for chocolate, eavesdropping, gay, grief, and super. Thanks, friend!

These are from Bridge From Ashes...

CHOCOLATE COFFEE (don't blame me, blame thesaurus.com)

This has the power to trigger a sensory memory so strong that it wipes away years and for a couple of seconds, I’m back in Gillen’s apartment, sitting in front of his screen, drinking coffee. For half a breath, I haven’t lost him yet and it’s almost worth the hollow ache when the hit levels out and I remember where I am.

EAVESDROPPING SURVEILLANCE (I'm not doing very well with these words)

He leans heavily into the cauteriser and my breath catches in my throat. With a sigh of appreciation, he says, “I assume there’s no surveillance in here?” I answer through a haze of almost overwhelming sensation. “No.”

GAY

We get home and I’m tired. Not just tired. Profoundly wiped out to the core of what’s left of my soul. An hour ago we stood in silence, close but not touching, and watched Marcus Gayle bleed out in the doorway of his office. Even though it was from a bullet and not a knife, it still felt nostalgic.

GRIEF

I attach a cell and lean back, eyes closed, letting the rush of comfort flood through me. It drops into pain, then a stab of grief, and then focus and calm. It’s a sharp calm that’s hard to pin down. Time slows and my mind speeds up and I see everything in more detail.

SUPER

The bottles I gathered from the floor and dropped into the waste chute yesterday as if that would change anything beyond the superficial. The itch and pull of the burns on my chest and shoulders and the memory of how they got there. The shame in his voice when he told me the rest of his truth, the misplaced anger that he didn’t tell me before, and disgust at myself for even thinking about it in terms of me.

Tagging @theimperiumchronicles, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @iwritebadnovels and @arbys-haunted-turnover. If you'd like to do it, the words to search your WIP for are read, write, listen, and hear 💜

#my writing #project frequency #bridge from ages #writeblr tags #word find tag #writers on tumblr

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thespamman24 · 2 years

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It saddens me to my core that no one ever talks about all the women who are forced to live in Arbys for all of their lives.

Women spend most their lives living in an Arbys restraurant

Women spend most their living living in an Arbys restaurant

Why are we so blind to see

That the women we love all sleep on beef?

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tvsotherworlds · 2 years

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markandalaw · 2 years

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Best value for legal expenditure in the field of arbitration

An Anti-Arbitration Injunction (AAI) is a court-issued injunction that prevents parties or arbitral tribunals from starting or continuing arbitration procedures. An anti-arbitration injunction can be obtained at any of three stages:Best value for legal expenditure in the field of arbitrationt before the arbitration begins, during the arbitration hearing, or after the hearing but before the final award is rendered.

The imposition of an anti-arbitration injunction appears to be in violation of the core concept of arbitration, namely, the rule of Kompetenz-Kompetenz. This provision is enshrined in Section 16 of the Arbitration and Conciliation Act of 1996, and it permits the arbitral tribunal to rule on its own jurisdiction and resolve any dispute over the arbitration agreement's existence and validity. This is in contrast to Section 5 of the Act, which states that no judicial authority may intervene in subjects controlled by the Act unless the act expressly authorises it.

However, in a few occasions, the courts have exercised their jurisdiction under Sections 9 and 45 of the Act to grant anti-arbitration injunctions. Section 9 gives the court the authority to offer interim relief to parties before or during arbitration.Top Arbitration Lawyers Similarly, Section 45 of the Act gives the court the authority to intervene in overseas arbitration proceedings if the parties' arbitration agreement is defective and void, inoperative, or incapable of being performed.

Kvaerner Cementation India Limited v. Bajranglal Agarwal is the first ruling on the anti-arbitration injunction. [1] The Supreme Court refused to impose an anti-arbitration order, citing Sections 16 and 5. In this judgement, the court held that a civil court lacks authority to decide any dispute about the existence or validity of an arbitration agreement.

The Supreme Court established a key precedent in the area of anti-arbitration injunctions with this case. The Supreme Court upheld Kvaerner Cementation in A. Ayyasamy v. A.Paramasivam and Ors.[2], holding that the civil court does not have jurisdiction to adjudicate if the arbitration proceedings had already begun when the civil suit was filed. As a result, another anti-arbitration injunction was denied.

However, in limited or extraordinary instances, civil courts have the authority to grant anti-arbitration injunctions, according to another collection of case law. The Supreme Court rejected the claim that the arbitral panel has sole authority to define its jurisdiction in SBP & Co. v. Patel Engineering[3]. The civil courts cannot be precluded from deciding the arbitral tribunal's jurisdiction, according to the court.

In Chatterjee Petrochem Company and Anr. v. Haldia Petrochemicals Limited[4], the Apex Court maintained the civil courts' competence to grant anti-arbitration injunctions. Soon after, in World Sport Group (Mauritius) Ltd. v. MSM Satellite[5], the Supreme Court declared that, under Section 9 of the Code of Civil Procedure, 1908, a civil court has inherent jurisdiction to try all civil claims unless expressly or impliedly precluded by the legislation. Markanda Advocates Careers and Current Employee Profiles In this decision, the court also declared that, in the absence of any such bar, anti-arbitration suits seeking injunctions in restraint of arbitration are indeed admissible.

In all of these decisions, however, a cursory reading reveals that the anti-arbitration injunction was obtained only when the arbitration agreement was unlawful, inoperative, or incapable of being carried out; the proceedings were oppressive or vexatious; or there was an abuse of legal process.

Regardless, the Supreme Courts and High Courts have repeatedly upheld the norm of minimum intervention in arbitration proceedings. The Bombay High Court held in Ravi Arya & Ors v. Palmview Overseas Limited[6] that once the dispute is before the arbitral tribunal, the Civil Court cannot accept any proceedings seeking an injunction against the arbitral panel while the arbitration procedures are ongoing.

In Himachal Sorang Power Private Limited v. NCC Infrastructure Holdings Limited[7], the Delhi High Court dismissed the motion for an anti-arbitration injunction and established the following requirements for anti-arbitration injunction:

#LAW OF CONTRACT LATEST EDITION

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timmytobeys · 3 years

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Just one more

#meme #cursed image #odd core #shitpost #arby's

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ectoentity · 3 years

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Sir, This Is a Nasty Burger

Day 5 of Ectober 2021: Ouija Board vs Fairy Circle

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Rating: G

Characters: Valerie Gray, Sam Manson, OCs

Tags: Cult, Summoning, Humor

Read on AO3 here.

Working at a fast food restaurant in Amity Park comes with some particular annoyances. Like cults trying to summon ghosts in the store.

“Oh, Spirits, we gather here to experience, in harmony and in peace, the bridge between worlds. We ask our Spirit Guides and-”

“HEY!”

“-Guardians to watch over and protect this place against-”

“What the heck are you guys doing?”

“-malevolent- uh. Spirits, and-”

Valerie stood next to the latest seance circle to try and use the Nasty Burger as their center of convocation. There was a ouija board on the table, which was encircled by five people of various ages, all dressed in black. Someone had placed a couple of candles next to the salt and pepper shakers. It wasn’t the saddest thing that Valerie had ever seen, but it was pretty close.

“We have a sign,” Valerie stated. She stared daggers at the leader while he looked anywhere other than her face. “‘No seances, no ouija boards.’ Did you think that only applied to other people?”

The guy who had been doing the invocation pulled his pleather jacket’s lapels closer to his chest and pursed his lips. “I didn’t realize this was such a close-minded venue.”

Valerie itched to pull out her ectoblasters, but this was probably some normal dude who’d been seduced by the power of ghosts. She settled for scraping her nails against the tabletop. “I don’t care. We have a sign on the door. I will call the cops.”

Behind the weirdo group, there was some motion. Of all people, Sam Manson stood up and slid out of a booth.

“Need any help?” Sam asked.

Valerie smirked. “Nah, I think we can come to a peaceful conclusion. Right, guys?”

Pleather-Jacket glared. He was way older than her, at least in his mid-20s. When he stood up he was also much taller. That didn’t matter; he had all the core strength of a butterfly and absolutely no muscle.

“We’ll take this elsewhere,” he said in a voice that was meant to be ominous, but just sounded congested. “Clearly the vibrations here are not correct for the summoning.”

“I don’t care what y’all do,” Valerie said. “So long as you’re not doing any ghost stuff in my store.”

“Phantom’s not just a ghost!” insisted one of the members of the circle. “He’s a god! He’s going to bring us to the next level! The apotheosis!”

Sam Manson took half a second to look shocked before she broke out in laughter. Valerie, meanwhile, had to be professional.

“I do not care, miss. No ghosts in the Nasty Burger. You can bring your apotheosis to Arby’s.”

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfic #my writing #ectober 2021 #ectoberhaunt

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kaile-hultner · 3 years

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Nihilism is so easy, which is why we need to kill it

(I initially published this here a couple weeks ago.)

So last night it dawned on me that, after over two years of being relatively symptom-free, my depression snuck back up on me and has taken over. It’s still pretty mild in comparison to other times I’ve been stuck in the hole, but after 24 months (and more) of mostly being good to go, I can tell that it’s here for a hot minute again.

How do I know? Well, it might be the fact that I spent more time sleeping during my recent vacation from work than I did just about anything else, and how it’s suddenly really hard for me to stay awake during work hours. I don’t really have an appetite, and in fact nausea hits me frequently. I don’t really have any emotional reactions to things outside of tears, even when tears aren’t super appropriate to the situation (like watching someone play Outer Wilds for the first time). And I’ve been consuming a lot of apocalyptic media, to which the only response, emotional or otherwise, I can really muster is “dude same.”

For a long time I was huge into absurdist philosophy, because it felt to my depressed brain like just the right balance between straight up denying that things are bad (and thus we should fix them, or at least try to do so) and full-blown nihilism. This gives absurdism a lot of credit; mostly it’s just a loose set of spicy existentialist ideas and shit that sounds good on a sticker, like “The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”

In the last couple years, while outside of my depressive state, I went back to Camus’ work and found a lot of almost full-on abusive shit in it. Not toward anyone specifically, but shit like “nobody and nothing will care if you’re gone, so live out of spite of them all” rubs me the wrong way in retrospect. The philosophy Camus puts out opens the door for living in a very self-destructive fashion; that in fact the good life is living without care for yourself or anyone/anything else. The way Camus describes and derides suicide especially is grim as fuck, and certainly I would never recommend The Myth of Sisyphus to anyone currently struggling with ideation. That “perfect balance” between denial and nihilism is really not that perfect at all, and in fact skews much more heavily towards the latter.

Neon Genesis Evangelion has been a big albatross around my neck in terms of the media products I’ve consumed in my life that I believe have influenced my depression hardcore. It sits in a similar conversational space to Camus’ work, in that it confronts nihilism and at once rejects and facilitates it. A lot of folks remark that Evangelion is pretty unique – or at least uncommon – in its accurate portrayal of depression, especially for mid-90s anime properties. The thing I notice always seems to be missing in these discussions is that along with that accurate portrayal comes a spot-on – to me, at least – depiction of what depression does to resist being treated. This is a disease that uses a person’s rational faculties to suggest that nobody else could possibly understand their pain, and therefore there’s no use in getting better or moving forward. Shinji Ikari is as self-centered as Hideaki Anno is as I am when it comes to confronting the truth: there are paths out of this hole, but nobody else can take that step out but us, and part of our illness is that refusal to do just that. Depression lies, it provides a cold comfort to the sufferer, that there is no existence other than the one where we are in pain and there is no way out, so pull the blanket up over our head and go back to sleep.

Watching Evangelion for the first time corresponded with the onset of one of the worst depressive spirals I’ve ever been in, and so, much like the time I got a stomach virus at the same time that I ate Arby’s curly fries, I kind of can’t associate Evangelion with anything else. No matter what else it might signify, no matter what other meaning there is to derive from it, for me Eva is the Bad Feeling Anime™. Which is why, naturally, I had to binge all four of the Evangelion theatrical releases upon the release of Evangelion 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon A Time last month.

If Neon Genesis Evangelion and End of Evangelion are works produced by someone with untreated depression just fucking rawdogging existence, then the Eva movies are works produced by someone who has gone to therapy even just one fucking time. Whether that therapy is working or not is to be determined, but they have taken that step out of the hole and are able to believe that there is a possibility of living a depression-free life. The first 40 minutes or so of Evangelion 3.0+1.0 are perfect cinema to me. The world is destroyed but there is a way to bring it back. Restoration and existence is possible even when the surface of the planet might as well be the surface of the Moon. The only thing about this is, everyone has to be on board to help. Even though WILLE fired one of its special de-corefication devices into the ground to give the residents of Village 3 a chance at survival, the maintenance of this pocket ecosystem is actively their responsibility. There is no room or time for people who won’t actively contribute, won’t actively participate in making a better world from the ashes of the old.

There are a lot of essentialist claims and assumptions made by the film in this first act about how the body interacts with the social – the concept of disability itself just doesn’t seem to have made it into the ring of safety provided by Misato and the Wunder, which seems frankly wild to me, and women are almost singularly portrayed in traditionalist support roles while men are the doers and the fixers and the makers. I think it’s worth raising a skeptical eyebrow at this trad conservative “back to old ways” expression of the post-apocalypse wherever it comes up, just as it’s important to acknowledge where the movie pushes back on these themes, like when Toji (or possibly Kensuke) is telling Shinji that, despite all the hard work everyone is doing like farming and building, the village is far from self-sufficient and will likely always rely on provisions from the Wunder.

As idyllic as the setting is, it’s not the ideal. As Shinji emerges from his catatonia, Kensuke takes him around the village perimeter. It’s quiet, rural Japan as far as the eye can see, but everywhere there are contingencies; rationing means Kensuke can only catch one fish a week, all the entry points where flowing water comes into the radius of the de-corefication devices have to be checked for blockages because the water supply will run out. There is a looming possibility that the de-corefication machines could break or shut down at some point, and nobody knows what will happen when that happens. On the perimeter, lumbering, pilot-less and headless Eva units shuffle around; it is unknown whether they’re horrors endlessly biding their time or simply ghosts looking to reconnect to the ember of humanity on the other side of the wall. Survival is always an open question, and mutual aid is the expectation. Still: the apocalypse happened, and we’re still here. The question Village 3 answers is “what now?” We move on, we adapt.

Evangelion is still a work that does its level best to defy easy interpretation, but the modern version of the franchise has largely abandoned the nihilism that was at its core in the 90s version. It’s not just that Shinji no longer denies the world until the last possible second – it’s that he frequently actively reaches out and is frustrated by other people’s denials. He wants to connect, he wants to be social, but he’s also burdened with the idea that he’s only good to others if he’s useful, and he’s only useful if he pilots the Eva unit. This last movie separates him and what he is worth to others (and himself) from his agency in being an Eva pilot, finally. In doing so, he’s able to reconcile with nearly everyone in his life who he has harmed or who has hurt him, and create a world in which there is no Evangelion. While this ending is much more wishful thinking than one more grounded in the reality of the franchise – one that, say, focuses on the existence and possible flourishing of Village 3 and other settlements like it while keeping one eye on the precarious balancing act they’re all playing – it feels better than the ending of End of Eva, and even than the last two episodes of the original series.

I’m glad the nihilism in Evangelion is gone, for the most part. I’m glad that I didn’t spend roughly eight hours watching the Evamovies only to be met yet again with a message of “everything is pointless, fuck off and die.” Because I’ve been absorbing that sentiment a lot lately, from a lot of different sources, and it really just fuckin sucks to hear over and over again.

It is a truth we can’t easily ignore that the confluence of pandemic, climate change, authoritarian surge and capitalist decay has made shit miserable recently. But the spike in lamentations over the intractability of this mix of shit – the inevitability of our destruction, to put it in simpler terms – really is pissing me off. No one person is going to fix the world, that much is absolutely true, but if everyone just goes limp and decides to “123 not it” the apocalypse then everyone crying about how the world is fucked on Twitter will simply be adding to the opening bars of a self-fulfilling prophesy.

We can’t get in a mech to save the world but then, neither realistically could Shinji Ikari. What we can do looks a lot more like what’s being done in Village 3: people helping each other with limited resources wherever they can.

Last week, Hurricane Ida slammed into the Gulf Coast and churned there for hours – decimating Bayou communities in Louisiana and disrupting the supply chain extensively – before powering down and moving inland. Last night the powerful remnants of that storm tore through the Northeast, causing intense flooding. Areas not typically affected by hurricanes suddenly found themselves in a similar boat – pun not intended – to folks for whom hurricanes are simply a fact of life. There’s a once-in-a-millennium drought and heatwave ripping through the West Coast and hey – who can forget back in February when Oklahoma and Texas experienced -20 degree temperatures for several days in a row? All of this against the backdrop of a deadly and terrifying pandemic and worsening political climate. It’s genuinely scary! But there are things we can do.

First, if you’re in a weather disaster-prone area, get to know your local mutual aid organizations. Some of these groups might be official non-profits; one such group in the Louisiana area, for example, is Common Ground Relief. Check their social media accounts for updates on what to do and who needs help. If you’re not sure if there’s one in your area, check out groups like Mutual Aid Disaster Relief for that same information. Even if you’re not in a place that expects to see the immediate effects of climate change, you should still consider linking up with organizing groups in your area. Tenant unions, homeless organizations, safe injection sites and needle exchanges, immigrant rights groups, environmental activist orgs, reproductive health groups – all could use some help right now, in whatever capacity you might be able to provide it.

In none of these scenarios are we going to be the heroes of the story, and we shouldn’t view this kind of work in that way. But neither should we give into the nihilistic impulse to insist upon doing nothing, insist that inaction is the best course of action, and get back under the blankets for our final sleep. Kill that impulse in your head, and fuck, if you have to, simply just fucking wish for that better world. Then get out of bed and help make it happen.

#Neon Genesis Evangelion #existentialism #philosophy #media criticism #cultural criticism #spoilers

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TAG YOURSELF: HOTLINE MIAMI EDITION

Jacket:

5 feet and 11 inches of unprocessed trauma

imagine off-brand ryan gosling, but dehydrated and falling apart from stress

unironically eats at Arby’s

the united states owes him several apologies

Biker:

banned from every planet fitness in his immediate area

darkwave enthusiast

secret facet of miami’s illegal underground chameleon trade

fierce believer in horoscopes

Beard:

the only person on earth who somehow thrives in a retail environment

love language is acts of nepotism and the exchanging of mixtapes

listens to progressive rock

keeps the local LensCrafters in business with how many times his glasses get broken

Mark:

proud dungeon master

knows every vending machine hack

the only one in the group who hasn’t gotten their license suspended yet

urges his friends against the dangers of burnout but is in fact a burnout himself

Corey:

actually hates sports- watches women’s basketball “for the plot”

eats the cores of apples

intentionally avoids using doors sometimes. catch her rolling through an open window at 3 pm on a wednesday

relies on hubris and denial to get through the week

Tony:

would go live in the woods like bear grylls but refuses to give up Doom and microwaved popcorn

goes to the grocery store to watch the lobsters fight

shows affection through misplaced displays of physical strength

actually despises frosted flakes

The Swan Twins:

combined iq equivalent to that of a tuna melt

twin telepathy is non-applicable because neither of them actually think

Ash:

hairline started receding in 10th grade

the opening lines of Money Machine by 100 gecs were actually directed towards him

secret passion for awful FPS games

eats mac n cheese with ketchup

Alex:

unvaccinated and proud

drinks the bong water to save money

idea of a date is throwing rocks through mcmansion windows

the human version of a mcdonald’s sprite

#hotline miami #im so sorry for this #can this even be considered a tag yourself post

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ughseoks · 4 years

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we have the meats | jhs

— pairing; hoseok x reader

— genre/au; smut / pwp / crack

— rating; 18+

— word count; 2.2k

— warnings; hobi is overly dedicated to his job as a sign spinner, sexy sign spinning dance moves, swearing / smut warnings: unprotected sex, slight breathplay, manhandling, daddy kink, uncomfortably excessive cowboy dirty talk, fingering, public sex

— summary; when you show up to the strip mall on an ordinary Tuesday night, the super cute Arby’s sign spinner manages to catch your eye. he’s the total package—even if he’s a little too dedicated to his role as a fake cowboy.

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— Written for the Fast F*cking Food collab hosted by @jinned!

— Thank you to @kimtaehyunq for this gorgeous banner & thank you to @parksfilter for beta’ing!! I love y’all <3

Wendy’s.

You hate the fast food chain almost as much as your best friend from high school hated that business major who works at Chipotle. But that comparison doesn’t really apply anymore, because they ended up fucking and have now been on a total of three dates, and you don’t think you’ll be having sex with Wendy’s anytime soon.

The sign spinner for Arby’s, however, is a different story.

Every time you set foot into Bayside Tower Strip Mall, you make it a point to journey to the far corner of the property to visit the forbidden Arby’s—or more specifically, the overly dedicated yet inexplicably attractive sign spinner. Something about his aura draws you in; you didn’t even know sign spinning could be sexy, but the way he rolls his hips as he twists and turns that sign between his deft fingers makes you feel things you didn’t think you could feel.

That’s where you’re currently headed. Cheesy mall music filters through the outdoor speakers as your shoes slap against the pavement, feet carrying you towards your destination. The further you venture through the twists and turns of the large strip mall, the walkway becomes more dimly lit and the lights begin to flicker, the crowd slowly thinning until you’re the only person left in sight. It would be a creepy sight if you didn’t make the trek so often just to gaze at Jung Hoseok. (That’s his name. The sign spinner. You forgot to mention that before.)

You know you’re close to your destination when the low beat of “Grind With Me” begins to filter through the hallway, the sensual notes causing tingles of excitement to slither down your spine and raise the hairs on your arms. One step forward. Another step. Another.

You turn around the corner.

The sight you’re met with is a beautiful one. Jung Hosoek is laying face down on the floor, his forearms propping him up as he grinds into the sign lying beneath him to the beat of the music. A gasp falls from your lips when you realize that he’s wearing assless chaps, the muscles of his ass clenching as his hips rhythmically roll into the ground. Noticing the noise, Hoseok turns to look at you as he grinds, biting his lip sensually as he maintains eye contact with you. He doesn’t even blink until the song is finally fading away. Not even once.

“Howdy, little lady,” he greets with a smirk as he rises to his feet, picking the sign back up and slipping his cowboy hat back onto his head.

“Hi,” you blush, “that was, um, some pretty good dancing.”

“You think so?” He raises both arms into the air in front of him before rolling his hips forward in a borderline obscene motion, biting his lip as he does so. “I’ve been practicing for a while now. Wanted to impress the ladies.”

“Well, you can count me impressed,” you grin, taking a few steps forwards to extend your hand for a handshake. “I’m Y/N.”

“Hoseok,” he winks, “but you can call me daddy.” He reaches into a pocket that you didn’t even know existed and hands you a slip of crumpled up paper, completely neglecting to actually shake your hand.

You give him an odd look before uncrumpling the piece of paper. The words have clearly been handwritten, some of the ink smudged where he’d been too hasty in writing it. Heat flushes to your cheeks as you scan what seem to be items on a menu.

MEATS dick ......................... 1.99 dick ......................... 1.99 dick ......................... 1.99 dick ......................... 1.99 dick ......................... 1.99 dick ......................... 1.99

“This here is my special menu,” he grins, “VIC’s only. That means Very Important Customers.”

“O-Oh,” you exhale, trying to ignore the heat rushing to your nether region. “Am… am I allowed to order from it?”

“You sure can, baby,” Hoseok spins the sign a few times for emphasis, “and for you, it’ll be free of charge.” He takes a few steps forward until you’re toe to toe, his hand reaching up to brush a stray hair out of your face before he leans forward to whisper in your ear. “If you like my sign spinning, you should see all the other tricks I can show you, little lady.”

You shudder. “I’d like to see them, daddy.”

He pulls away from you with a smirk, allowing his fingers to thread with yours. “Come with me.”

You nod in affirmation before allowing him to guide you to a dark corner beside the Arby’s. He pauses at the bushes for a moment before tugging you into the foliage after him, dropping the sign flat on the ground behind the plants and pointing to it. “Hands and knees. Now.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you scramble to follow his instructions, the material of the cowboy hat shaped sign cool against your bare skin. You can faintly hear the sound of his cowboy boots crunching on the mulch as he positions himself behind you. (You tried eating mulch once. It didn’t end well.)

“May I?”

You turn and look over your shoulder to see him staring at you with lust, his gaze burning as it roams your figure. He seems to contemplate for a second before beginning to unbutton the checkered button-up shirt he wears; slipping off his brown vest and allowing both garments to fall into the bushes behind him. Your mouth waters at the sight of his toned abs and firm chest.

“Like what you see, little lady?” His overly dramatic country accent is even stronger this time, but it only serves to turn you on even more. You choose not to think too hard about why that is.

“Mhm,” you agree with a smirk, only to gasp when he drops his chaps and underwear to the ground as well. His cock stands at attention before you, and not for the first time tonight, you find yourself enamored with the physique of the talented sign spinner.

He stares down at you with a cocky smirk for a few moments before lowering himself to the ground, his hands bunching up the fabric of the skirt covering your ass and pushing it out of the way so he’s face to face with your clothed core. Your breath catches in your throat when he hooks his fingers beneath the band of your panties and tugs them down your legs before tossing them away.

He’s back on you in the blink of an eye, his mouth warm and wet as he leans over and grasps your chin in his hand, peppering sloppy kisses across your jaw and neck. You inhale sharply and bite your lip when he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot, the sound causing him to pause momentarily in his ministrations, looking down at you with hungry eyes.

“Don’t hold your back your moans, baby,” he coaxes you, using his hand to massage one of your breasts gently, “I want to hear how good you feel. Can you do that for me?”

You nod, allowing a generous groan to fall from your lips when his hands slither up beneath your shirt to grasp handfuls of your breasts. His teeth nip at the shell of your ear as he gives them a gentle squeeze, and you feel wave after wave of arousal roll down your spine as he continues his ministrations. The bushes around the two of you obscure you for the most part, but if anyone were to look over here with purpose, you’re sure that they’d be able to see Hoseok pleasuring you very clearly.

“D-Daddy, don’t stop, p-please,” you beg, “feels s-so good.”

Hoseok hums in response, the sound reverberating in your very soul as one of his hands slides down to your now exposed pussy. It isn’t long before he’s pushing two long fingers into your entrance, pumping them in and out of you steadily as you writhe beneath him. His free arm reaches around your waist, and your mouth waters at the feeling of his strong muscles holding you steady.

As he continues his ministrations, you feel your orgasm sneaking up on you—and quickly, at that. Hoseok seems to feel it too, because when your pussy begins to flutter around his fingers he redoubles his efforts, letting go of your waist to play with your hardened peaks as his fingertips massage your inner walls.

“D-Daddy, I-I’m—” you cry out. The rest of your sentence fades into nothingness when your orgasm crashes over you unexpectedly, white-hot pleasure floods your veins as Hoseok coaxes you through your orgasm with a smirk.

When your moans fade into cries of overstimulation, Hoseok finally ceases his assault on your pussy, giving your ass a light smack as his grand finale.

“You’re quite the charmer, little lady,” he grins, shifting so he’s kneeling behind you once more. “I’m not sure I can hold back from behind inside of you any longer. Are you ready to ride my big green tractor? Think you can take my cock like a good cowgirl?”

“Yes, daddy,” you plead, hands clenching against the sign beneath you when he begins to drag his member between your wet nether lips. “Please, fill me up. Give me your cowboy cock.”

It’s all the permission he needs, pushing his hips forward so his dick finally begins to slide into your entrance. It’s a stretch; Hoseok is by no means small, and you can feel every inch of him as he slides in up to the hilt.

A low moan falls from both of your lips when his hips finally rest against yours. Hoseok allows you barely any time to adjust before he’s thrusting in and out of you with a steady rhythm, his strokes slow, and purposeful and deep. Every movement of his cock drags against your warm and wet walls that squeeze him like a vice.

“You’re so rootin’ tootin’ good at this, little lady,” he grunts, punctuating his words with lewd smacks of his hips against yours. “Taking me so well; squeezing me so tight.”

“Daddy,” you moan, “harder; Please.”

His strokes falter at the tone of your voice. “F-Fuck,” he groans, hands squeezing your waist tightly, “you’re so fucking hot.”

You shudder at the pure unadulterated hunger in his voice, arousal shooting straight to your core when he suddenly begins to thrust with unparalleled speed and strength. Your body bounces with the force of his thrusts, walls clamping down around him when he leans over and his teeth nip at your skin. It isn’t long before you’re approaching your second high of the night; the moans fall from your lips grow higher in pitch as the pressure in your core begins to build until you’re sure the coil is about to snap.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” Hoseok asks breathlessly, his own hips beginning to stutter as he nears his own orgasm. “Gonna cream all over my country boy cock?”

“Y-yeah,” you whine, “gonna c-cum.”

Hoseok somehow manages to fuck you even harder and faster as his right hand slides up to wrap gently around your neck. The pressure is barely there, but it’s just enough to send you over the edge. Fireworks burst behind your closed eyelids; your walls clamp down around him as he fucks you through your high.

“T-That’s it, little lady,” he encourages you. He thrusts only a few more times before coming to a shuddering stop within you, his release painting your walls as your arms give out on you and the only things left keeping you upright are Hoseok’s arms.

When the two of you finally come down from your orgasms, Hoseok pulls out of you slowly before standing back up, flashing you a wink as he slips his cowboy hat back onto his head. “That was pretty damn enjoyable, if I do say so myself.”

You nod in agreement and pull your skirt back over your ass before standing up to face him while he puts his other clothes back on. It isn’t long before the two of you are awkwardly exiting the bushes, unsaid words of how you want to see him again resting on the tip of your tongue as he resumes his position outside of the restaurant and you begin to walk away.

Should you say something? Would it be too weird?

“Wait!”

You freeze in place, hopefulness filling your heart as you hear Hoseok’s footsteps approach you from behind.

“Y-Yeah?” You ask as you turn to face him, noticing the colorful slip of paper resting between his fingers.

“I wanted to give you this before you left.” He hands you the slip of paper with a cheeky grin, clearly excited about whatever is printed on the thin material. You glance down at it with a blush on your cheeks.

!!! LIMITED TIME OFFER: 5 for $10 Meat Sandwich Month !!! Extra meaty sandwiches at an affordable price. Now made with extra extra meat!

Oh. It’s just a coupon. For discounted meat sandwiches. Cool. Very cool. Not the worst way to be rejected, you suppose.

“It’s a really good deal,” he says proudly, nodding towards the restaurant behind him, “you should redeem it before it expires.” He pauses for a moment, his voice much softer when he speaks up again. “Maybe you can come visit me while you’re at it. Sign spinning isn’t the same without an audience, you know.”

“I’d love to,” you smile, trying to hide the giddiness that you feel from showing in your voice.

“Really?” His grin is contagious as he shoots you two finger guns; how could you ever say no?

“Really.”

a/n; i hope y’all enjoyed this 😳 i was laughing so hard writing the first part LMAO i hope you guys find it just as funny or else that’s awkward OOP anyways lmk what y’all think hehehehe LOVE U GUYS MWAH big things coming soon! kind of. maybe. hopefully OK BYE

#hoseok x reader #bts x reader #hoseok smut #btsghostie #networkbangtan #bts smut #hoseok x you #bts x you #bangtanedu #ficswithluv

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