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arknights-imagines · 11 days ago

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Hiya 🥹 Exe here!! Sbsjss so here is the Federico imagine I flash-wrote at 3am in one hour... that I mentioned in a post earlier today lolsksks

'Rico is my favourite and it made me v v happy to write something for him for you guys... Even if no one asked for this specifically 😭🥹🤲!! And also!! This marks the first writing on here for Federico's alter aaaa 😭🥰

Anywho! I won't ramble too long lolsnsjsj as usual I sincerely hope I've done Federico justice here 🥹 his character has really grown...!!

And I really hope you all enjoy 💘!!!

(also trying some new formatting out sbshhs... We'll see if I end up keeping it 🥹🫶)

Taglist for Executor/All Writing!:

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@dracomultiverse

@marahuyos

Cor Novum

in which the Saint decides that now, he will acknowledge his heart; for you, he will properly ponder love.

Imagine format; very mixed perspectives, some bits from the Operator and some bits from the reader, written in second person!

Contains: Executor the Ex Foedere, gender-neutral Doctor as the reader, established relationship, Executor calls you 'love', LOTS of mentions of things and references and stuff from Executor/Executor the Ex Foedere's archive files/Operator Records, mentions of possible spoilers for the events of Hortus de Escapismo and Zwillingstürme im Herbst, LOTS of exploring of Federico's character, fluff and romance wbhshss 💕! Also not fully beta read so please excuse any errors 🥹🙏

Word count: a bit over 2.5k!

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Executor would argue, the first catalyst for change in him - was you.

Since the signing of his contract with Rhodes Island, of course, a multitude of other catalysts have kindled the amassing change. His appointing as Saint had taught him faith, every death at the Sanctilaminium Ambrosii had taught him perspective, his pursuit of Arturia in Zwillingstürme had taught him patience, and the blue hue of the sky taught him solace.

The resulting changes of these were utterly irrefutable, so much so that everyone who watched or spoke with Federico now would have all confidence in stating that His Beatitude, Saint Federico Giallo could no longer be synonymous with the Notarial Hall Executor, Federico Giallo. His heart had only begun to stir, his brain had only begun to stray from logic, since his title of Saint, they would argue.

Federico, however, argued otherwise.

No; not his new role, not the unexplainable lives lost on the Sanctilaminium Ambrosii, not his long-awaited confrontation with his soror, not even that day at the Art Gallery. While he would not say these had no piece in the growth of his heart, it was you, and it had always been you, whom touched it very first.

After all - you had taught him love.

…

Previously, many would joke that Executor was your lover only in title, because they never would witness proof of any loving; seeing the both of you on dates or outings was a rarity that rivaled a cloudy day in Laterano, his public displays of affection were never more than handholding hidden under the loose sleeves of his old uniform or a brush of his lips against your temple, and any warmth ever in his expression when he turned to face you was simply too miniscule for anyone to notice but you.

“Hey…don’t tell anyone I asked, but…Is Federico really dating the Doctor? Or, did he just make that up to get those people from the R.I Engineering Department to stop asking him on dates?”

“I know, right?! I mean, I’ve never even seen the two of them kiss!”

“Who’d wanna date that hardass, anyway? Besides the looks, what could possibly be the win there?”

“Maybe he’s really good in bed?”

“Him?!”

So, imagine everyone’s surprise when, one afternoon when you were hurrying down the hall towards your office with Amiya at your side and a stack of paperwork in your hands, the ever-stoic Saint paused his stride in the opposite direction upon seeing you. He halted you with a gentle hand on your shoulder, leaned down to close the difference in height - and unceremoniously, wordlessly, expression unchanging, pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before continuing along.

Suddenly, where there was only a brush of lips when he had ascertained nobody was looking, is now a forehead kiss whenever he might see you. The kisses were not the limit of it, either.

Soon came dessert boxes containing your favourite sweet just in time for lunch; “Love, please accept this. It aligns 91% with your preferences, and I also noticed you viewing similar desserts from the menu of Rhodes Island’s cafeteria. I thought you might enjoy it.”

Then he took your paperwork upon himself, double how much he already used to; “I have taken care of your paperwork as of last night. I organized the recruitment reports alphabetically by candidate surname, categorized the Operation summary reports by completion status, and sorted all letter mail addressed to you by sender, and date sent. Hm? Why?” He’d tilt his head, halo catching a glint of the lights overhead, “Should I have an exact reason for performing favours for my significant other?”

And, incredulous as it was, compliments began from him, albeit as best as someone as plainly-spoken as Federico Giallo could manage; “You look as nice as always, love.”

The whispers lingered in the hallways for days, somehow even squirming their way into the cubicles of the Notarial Hall offices. Had he been put under the hex or spell of someone’s Originium Arts? Had he grown sick of people not believing your relationship?

Federico cared not at all, as was expected. His explanation came only to you, and only when you ask.

…

You piped up one evening in your office, head pillowed in Federico’s lap after he had insisted you rest after hours of paperwork, “Federico?” Affection melted the ice hue of his irises to an azure blue when his eyes flick to yours peering up at him, and his fingers squeezed yours ever-gently where both your hands were intertwined over your tummy, “Yes, love?”

The Sankta had always softened around you, toward you; however, it had only ever been visible in the inch of tension his shoulders lost, in the slight dilation of his pupils, in the way his brows and jaw untightened by a hair. Now, adoration touched upon each of his facial features, he allowed it with no protest or restraint. Your head tilted slightly as you blinked up at him, eyes rounded like a curious doe, earning a tiny quirk of one platinum white brow from your lover.

Restraint — restraint is what Federico is suddenly devoid of, you realize.

The Federico Giallo who had never seen value in understanding, in considering, in allowing his emotions to wander, maintained a vice-like grip on his heart and commanded all actions by order of his systematic, logical brain. No physical contact, as it was too distracting to his duties; no time spent on determining the destructive effect of his chosen method to execute his task, if it proved to be the most efficient one; no attention spared toward anything not regarding a mission or his duties, because there was no benefit in such. Many had assumed such was only possible, either because he was a robot or he was devoid of any and all emotion.

You understood, however. It was never that Executor was unfeeling, instead that he had leashed, handcuffed, and tied up his emotions into inescapable bounds to be never loosened. It was logical, you supposed; emotion would do little to benefit the Sankta with the black-ringed halo, the ever-set jaw, and pale blue eyes fixed onto his mission.

Yet now, the Federico Giallo who’s lap you rested your head on tonight - the Sankta with the black-ringed halo, head always finding itself in a contemplative tilt, and wandering eyes that notice too much - had loosened the aforementioned restraints.

When you snapped back from your thoughts, a smile crawled slowly upon your lips when you noticed Federico had allowed his affection to linger on his face for so long, it was tangible; his softened facial features now made him akin to a vanilla gelato scoop from one of the Lateran ice cream carts.

You finally disturbed the silence, beating Federico to it before he could open his lips to ask why you’re staring, “What’s up with all the…you know?’ Your free hand lifted to gesture vaguely to your desk, occupied by stacks of Federico-organized paperwork and a now-empty sweet box from one of Laterano’s dessert carts, “You loving me extra lately?” When his eyebrows knitted together slightly at your wording, you added in a rush, “Not that I’m complaining! It’s just…”

He allowed you to trail off completely before he replied, “You are referring to the sudden increase in my acts of affection.” His gaze shifted away from yours to flick between the paperwork, the dessert box, then to the spot on your forehead he’d designated as the receiving area for his kisses. A nod from you followed, “Yes. I didn’t…say something that made you feel forced to…be more affectionate, did I?” The possibility of this caused uncertainty to waver your tone now, and a concerned frown replaced your smile, “Federico, you don’t have to be more ‘lovey’, I love how you ar--” “No, you did not.” As if to apologize for cutting you off, Federico tightened his hold on your hand once more, “Please do not misunderstand…this was not incited by anything you have said. Simply, I…”

The Sankta paused, lips closing and eyes casting off to the side before he lifted the hand not holding yours to cradle his chin; a gesture you’ve now learned meant he was considering his words. He never used to do that before.

“His Holiness advised me to ponder my actions more thoroughly. To wonder my reason for doing something, and the reasons others might perceive. To take further action even if it is unnecessary for my mission or duties.” Formality cooled his tone again upon the mention of the Pope, yet affection lingered on his words like sugar stuck on his tongue, “...recently, after completing a book I had purchased in hopes to gain further understanding, I had come to realize that you will struggle to perceive my affection in its whole unless I express it through multiple outlets.” His hand lowered from his chin to return to his side, not without brushing his fingers over the ends of your hair in a motion you question the coincidence of, “After concluding this, I determined the only solution was to begin to display the affection I hold for you in various ways.”

Your heart melted into liquid within your ribcage at that, and you stammered out in an attempt to distract him from the rosy hue rising to your cheeks - though, considering it was Federico, he had undoubtedly noticed already -, “Wait, wait, what was the book about?”

“Love languages.” The steadiness he explained this in could convince someone this was an academic topic, “In particular, the book described the giving of gifts, physical touch, words of affirmation, and acts of service.”

Your eyes widened and your lips fell agape with a noise of realization, “Oooh. I see now…that’s where all that came from. You learned it from the book!” In a swift motion, you rose to sit up and lean your body against Federico’s shoulder, curling up much like a kitten to a furnace. No tension stiffened his body upon the contact - and his arm slid around your waist with protective weight, to press you oh-slightly-closer. “Yes.”

His confirmation was paired with a nod, a miniscule movement as to not disturb your comfortable position as you tucked your face against his throat, “The book had explained as well, that as a partner, I utilize the ‘love language’ you most prefer. As I did not know which was your preference…I decided the most beneficial course of action was to trial each one until I could determine which you were most receptive to.” His voice quieted as he trails off, murmuring to himself against your hairline, a new habit you had noticed more frequently these days, “However…I am concerned I lack proficiency in the method of ‘words of affirmation’...I have referred to your appearance as ‘nice’ seven times consecutively now…”

Heat blazed on your cheeks now, and you were unsure if it was from embarrassment, upon the realization that Federico had been scrutinizing each and every of your reactions to his new acts of affection, or if it was from delight, buzzing around your heart at the fact that he had planned so elaborately only to find the best method to love you. Your head ducked further under his chin to nuzzle your face against his chest, cheek pressed just over his heartbeat before your voice left muffled against the fabric of his uniform, “Federico…you didn’t have to do all that. I really, really liked it, but that was a lot of hassle for you. You could’ve just asked…”

While his arm remained where it was draped around your waist, the other lifted in a slow movement until his hand was cradling your nape; his fingers were expectedly cool, and yet yet his touch is oh-so-warm in contrast, and you did not fail to notice how hands that used to hesitate over your skin settle with more ease now, “Yes, perhaps. However, the book had advised against such, as it would be…unromantic.”

You snorted before you could catch it, head whipping from his chest to tilt your face upward at him, “Mmph-- Why are you worrying about that? Federico, I’m not with you because you’re romantic.” The slight furrow between his eyebrows returned again, this time paired with the tiniest downward tugs of the corners of his lips, and you jolted when your poor wording settled on you, “No, no, I mean…”

A stutter, before you exhaled with a sheepish grin. Instead of words first, your hand rose to tuck stray platinum hair away from his eyes, the stubborn bits along one side of his face where he’d grown it longer, to allow time for your flusteredness to fade and your words to find you again. Federico’s head tilted towards your touch, his cheek catching a brush of your fingers.

“I mean…” You began again, hushed this time; his eyes were rapt on you yet rounding at the edges once more until it seemed like his pupils were melting, and you forced yourself to swallow the hitch that threatened to disturb your words at the sight, “I don’t love you any different for any reason…much less the ‘love language’ you ‘speak’ to me with. I love you because…you’re Federico.”

For a moment, by the slight tilt of his head and downward of his eyes, you were unsure if he would understand; too vague, too rooted in emotions he has not become acquainted with yet, too cheesy. You opened your mouth to elaborate, though your words paused on your tongue when you swear you notice the corners of his lips tilted upward by millimeters. Instead of questions - though he seemed full of them lately -, his reply came as a nod against your hand and a word softened to a murmur, “...I understand.”

Federico leaned in to close the space between you, tilting your head with the hand he still had resting on your nap; a breath, then his lips pressed an air-light kiss to the particular spot on your forehead. He lingered for one moment, two moments, three, before he retracted enough to find your eyes again, “I too, love you as you are, and as you will be.” A pause, hesitance, however restraint no longer surged forth to halt him and strangle his affection, “...and I no longer see a beneficial reason to hesitate in expressing this.”

Your hands tightened slightly where they’d slid to rest on his chest in some nonsensical worry he would pull away, shoulders perking up with a held breath as your heartbeat suddenly thud-thud-thudded in your ears. In your few moments of wide-eyed silence, you wondered if Federico would decide what he has said is too far and renege on it.

No; his softened gaze remained fixed to yours, his arm remained around your waist, his hand remained cradling the base of your head, and his lips remained shut. Even his halo and wings seemed to still completely. Not a single semblance of his previous restraint tugged at even the corner of his sleeve.

A second thud-thud-thud became unmistakable under one of your palms, and for a moment you were sure Federico had caused your heart to swell so much it had duplicated, before your eyes flicked down and you realized. Under where one of your palms was placed upon his chest, his own heartbeat is hurried, loud - and full.

The twitch in his jaw was telltale that Federico considered words, though aware as he was that they rarely favour him well, he instead moved. A gentle hand lifted; one too gentle to be the same one that operated a shotgun that had taken more lives than he had lived years, too gentle to be the same one that had pulled the trigger to send bullets between eyes or into chests with finality, too gentle to be the same one that has torn the heart clean out of an Originium beast.

It raised to rest over your own and pressed it firmer against his heartbeat.

“Love.” The term of endearment left his lips more of a breath rather than a word, “This is acceptable?”

You chimed with mirth, hand pressing closer in order to catch the stutter of his heart when you do, “More than acceptable, Federico.”

Undoubtedly, this was not the same Sankta whose certificate you had received that very first day. This Sankta wore a new title, wore a different uniform, and had a heart grown too large. And yet, undoubtedly, this Sankta - with the same blue eyes, platinum locks, and obsidian halo and wings - was still Executor. You could never doubt the softened hue of Federico’s eyes, like the sky on a sunny day, when they settle upon yours.

And likewise, Federico now found it was impossible to deny that his heart - the one he understands he swore in oath only to Laterano, the one he should be discarding if he is to serve the Law as expected of him, the the once racing so freely beneath your palm now - has ever belonged to anyone or anything but you.

Tysm for reading 🥹 Executor loves you v much! 🫶!! All my writing is dedicated to all of you guys and to loving AK's Operators~

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todaysdocument · 7 months ago

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Departure Statement of Wong Kim Ark

Record Group 21: Records of District Courts of the United StatesSeries: Admiralty Case FilesFile Unit: In the matter of Wong Kim Ark for a writ of habeas corpus

WHEREAS, Wong Kim Ark, whose photo is hereto attach-

ed, is about to depart for China, intending to return to the

United States, and is entitled to return thereto.

NOW THEREFORE for the better identifica-

tion of the said Wong Kim Ark, and in order

to facilitate his landing upon his said return-

WE THE UNDERSIGNED do hereby certify that the

said Wong Kim Ark is well known to us. That he

was born in the City and County of San Francisco, State of ["departed from San Francisco" covers text starting at County]

California. That his father Wong Si Ping was a merchant ["per steamer" covers text starting at Si Ping]

and a member of the firm of Quong Sing & Co. No. 751 ["Belcic." printed above Quong Sing]

Sacramento Street, in said City and County of San Francisco, ["NOV 15 1894" printed above City and County; WW Presbury [signature] above San Franciso]

State of California. ["INSPECTOR" printed below San Francisco; number "69" in red ink]

Dated this 2nd day of November 1894.

Signature. Occupation.

Wm. Fisher [signature] 1308 Powell St.

F. Berna 615 Gough

L. Selenger 932 Powell st

STATE OF CALIFORNIA,

City and County of San Francisco.

[Embossed gold seal]

On this 5th day of November in the year One Thousand

Eight Hundred and ninety four before me, ROBERT M. EDWARDS, a Notary Public in and for the

said City and County, duly commissioned and sworn, personally appeared

Wm. Fisher, F. Benner and L. Selenger

known to me to be the persons described in, whose names are subscribed to

and who executed the within and annexed instrument, and they duly acknowledged to me that they

executed the same.

IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand and affixed my Official Seal, the day

and year in the Certificate first above written.

R M. Edwards

Notary Public.

(In and for the City and County of San Francisco

State of California.)

#archivesgov #november 5 #1894 #19th century #chinese exclusion act

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privateanxieties · 1 month ago

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forget my mercy, take my blame (chapter 7)

Summary: An unexpected pit stop on the way into town serves to erase any doubt about what your purpose in life is. And everyone else will find out soon enough.

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If anyone asked, the only thing that could be offered by way of explanation is that it simply... happened.

The grass beneath your feet is lush but not dense, long yet quite frail. It gives way under your weight as if you're treading on clouds and remains bent in the wake of your steps, laying down a welcoming mat as if it's no problem at all that you're here. It might not be. You've filled up a spot or two in places like this before, so maybe it's an acknowledgement of your contribution. The earth is always hungry for guests and kind to those who provide them.

The town of Apolline doesn't have two of anything to rub together except places of eternal rest. It's a curious event when a town's dead begin to outnumber its living, but that is not the origin of this particular settlement. Apolline has two distinct cemeteries, because one is for the loved, and the other is for the faded. Many of the people who die in a place this isolated have few to remember them in life, and those who embark on their final journey with no relatives left behind will lament to find their resting place a neglected garden of overgrown weeds, shielded by hickory trees and lonely as can be.

Hazel would've turned a legendary pout at the state of it.

You were not in charge of her funeral arrangements. If you had been, she wouldn't be here now— tucked inside the corner beneath the largest tree, shaded from the ruthless sun but obscured from all other light too. She was supposed to let you take care of this like you'd once discussed, but she put off the notary appointment every single time it came around. As a result, the township made the decision to situate her here instead of the smaller cemetery closer to town, branding her unimportant in the afterlife. You're not sure if you're allowed to begrudge her the repeated delays. Maybe she didn't truly want to think about it, even if you never got the impression that Hazel was scared of death. Indeed, if anything, death might've had reason to be afraid of her, with the way she'd always speak so plainly of it. She left it no veil of mystery, and it felt mundane to hear her contemplate her life through the prism of its inevitable ending. Sometimes it felt like she was stealing those thoughts directly from your brain, and maybe that's why you were never phased when she'd detail all her morbid imaginings after asking you to make a good cup of coffee.

'Might be the last one I'll have, so it better be excellent, kiddo.'

She always did that. She always broke her days up into moments, always made them more significant than they had any reason to be. Hazel seemed to live on an internal clock that had fully accepted its eventual cessation. You never thought you'd be responsible for it. You should have— because that's what your purpose in life seems to be.

Thinking yourself ready for change was, as in retrospect most things are, foolish and pointless. The four years that have transpired since you stepped foot in this town could never be enough to unravel the intricately woven tapestry of binding habits that is your life, just as well as they could never be enough to meaningfully build upon it. Nothing that has happened in this near half-decade can be said to amount to real progress, except perhaps for you finally accepting life as it is. Of course, the last seventy-two hours have played an integral part in that— perhaps, even, the only part, because Apolline is a town where nothing ever happens.

With barely any life to it, it's the sort of place you once believed might be good for containing whatever is inside you that aches to devour less unassuming places. The town could hardly provide an opportunity for conflict to burst from containment and lay waste as it usually does in urban sprawls; unlike a vibrant city, Apolline is just a stretch of wilderness imbued with boredom, the personification of a lame tumbleweed. Despite this, moving here was among the greatest risks you've ever taken, all in the name of living some fleeting fantasy you might've once had.

It shouldn't have taken this long to come to your senses. Lots of people navigate adulthood with the guiding realization that there's no forcing themselves into boxes not meant for them. It's taken you longer than most to stop jamming that square peg into a round hole, but that's mostly because the only hole that would genuinely accomodate it is nothing but a freshly dug grave. There's only misery in that chasm, which you were once hoping to avoid. You're not so sure as to why anymore. To any outside observer, the natural progression of your entire life would only ever lead here: an abandoned cemetery outside the town that just a week ago you were still trying to convince yourself could be a home.

Coming to a halt in front of the murky grey headstone, your thoughts get swallowed up by the rattling silence characteristic of all forgotten places. What do you say at the grave of a woman whose death is your fault? It's not the first time you've happened upon this question. Too many years have passed since your grandmother's eulogy for the words to be remembered, but you're certain you used to know how to do this. Still, the words do not come.

You did not intend for this to be the destination when you set out from Frank's van, some time after the sun began its journey West. Truth be told, you did not intend to come here at all, ever. But especially not after everything you've done. There's none of Sam's blood on your person, but it doesn't matter. Killing always leaves something behind in the face, in the posture, and of course, in the smell. There's no way around it— you smell a little bit like death, and death has always smelled like rot to you. Not blood or guts or singed flesh, but rot; sometimes you think you can't really tell whether someone's truly dead until you smell it on them.

The wind shifts. A while passes.

You never saw her body, but you know it's the last time you'll stand before her, so you try to have some kind of moment. You try to stretch it into something more meaningful, like she would have.

In the end, you don't know what to say, so you say nothing. All the better— because the silence makes you remember where you're headed. A fucked up kind of pit stop, that's what this is. On the way from and towards more death. Your presence here accomplishes nothing. Hazel will never know that justice was done, no matter how hard you stare a hole into her name and the words beneath it. The epitaph is shit. You wonder who chose it. Her nephew didn't bother showing, and in a way you can't judge that. People who can do so build lives in rich communities, and you imagine they'd think Apolline a sad and pathetic little corner of the world they left behind. Returning would be uncomfortable.

Not so for you. In fact, you can't wait to arrive at your destination.

The brazen honesty startles momentarily. For a brief and perilous instance, it's almost like she can see you, the real you, yet can say and do nothing to show disapproval. She's a helpless woman under six feet of dirt, lying beneath emptiness and neglect.

It leaves a bad taste in the mouth, but you have to accept it: your entire life here, your very presence more than anything, is what earned Hazel a resting place among all these ghosts. You wonder if it's disrespectful to have even spoken to the woman at all. To have served her coffee and breakfast and freshly made bread from the same hands that have torn and split and crushed and squeezed. Was it cruel to have made her share her time with you? Deceitful to have presented yourself as normal? If she'd known, would she have run?

And are you wondering all this to avoid the natural conclusion?

You didn't do right by her in life. Why would you manage now?

Having yet more guilt to bear, you make your way around the weeds and hanging branches, heading towards the exit on the other side of the cemetery and keeping to whatever shade you can as you will the ruthless sun to descend faster.

Hazel will stay with the faded. There is no one in Apolline to remember her often enough to visit, and you've laid eyes on her for the last time.

You never meant to come. It simply happened. The cemetery was just on the way into town, down by the old brewery coming into view as you walk down the sweltering path. Both establishments are equally abandoned, slowly but surely being claimed by nature until they're as entwined with it as regret is with wrongdoing.

A sense of belonging was always hard to come by, but not as the rotting wood of the cellar door gives way and you step into the ambient darkness.

-to be continued-

A/N:

I am reviving this story from the depths of hiatus hell and we'll see as to what state it's in once I edit the whole thing. There are things about it I can't change without making significant alterations to the plot, but I'll do my best to subtly redirect some aspects and patch up inconsistencies. This update was meant to be a longer chapter of plot developments, but since it's been so long since my last update and I am getting back into the groove of this story and these characters, I am taking it slow with a little contemplative update. I'm also not loving the fact that it's not third-person narration, because what was I even thinking. Let's see where this leads and if I can take us to a satisfying conclusion. Thank you for reading!

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #the punisher x reader #frank castle fanfic #frank castle imagine

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thatscarletflycatcher · 7 months ago

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What is your thesis on?

Hello!

A short possible answer is this:

In his renowned After Virtue (1981) Scottish philosopher Alasdair MacIntyre sketched a profile of a tradition of thought in Ethics-Politics that he traces back to ancient heroic societies, through Aristotle, Aquinas, and so on. This is a tradition of virtue ethics, and MacIntyre defends its adaptability to all sorts of times and cultures by presenting the virtues as rooted in specific social roles and practices that give concrete form to human flourishing (to flourish as a human being is different for a carpenter in 10th century England than it is for a notary in 19th century Peru, and yet it takes the same virtues, under different forms). He continued to expand on this, adding elements like the virtues of acknowledged dependence and the nets of giving-receiving (Dependent Rational Animals, 1999) or social self-knowledge (Ethics in the Conflicts of Modernity, 2016), but one of the constants throughout is the notion of narrative. It is through narrative that we understand practices and roles, and it is a fundamental tool for our self understanding as moral individuals and for the process of personal and collective moral deliberation.

In After Virtue he highlights Jane Austen as one of the most important representatives of the Aristotelian Ethics-Politics tradition specifically because of the way in which her fictional narratives embody this understanding of virtues and their relationships with roles and practices. What I'm attempting to prove with my thesis is that Elizabeth Gaskell belongs to the same tradition in ways that expand and complement Austen's work (in a simplified way, Austen is to After Virtue what Gaskell is to Dependent Rational Animals). The limited scope of a bachelor's thesis makes it so that I have to focus on part of her work, so I'm trying to analyze this specifically in North and South (1854).

I have been asked about this before (and I'm honestly honored and :3 that people have asked!!!) and given different (as in "angle" and "specificity") answers here and here.

#ask #surienza #:3 #and again sorry for the delay I'm terrible at responding with anything resembling prontitude

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midstpodcast · 1 year ago

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Breaking even is clearly very important for those with significant Caenum. But then if that trustee went to, say, the un-grocery-store, the notary there would dock them the appropriate Caenum. So... is the breaking even more significant, that they are somehow protected from going into debt, or is it a symbolic thing where you're now "ok" in the eyes of the Trust even if you dip below zero again?

📜: Ooo, good question! From what we know about lifelong trustees like Francis “Fuze” Peabody, he was one such person to be recognized for successfully “reaching balance zero”. Given the way that Valor and Caenum can be endlessly earned, it’s absolutely possible for a newly-valorous Trustee to dip back into the caenum side of their balance, and thereby need to earn their way out again. In the fine print on Fuze’s achievement (see S1E14 appendix), we read, “Please note that this acknowledgement is based on the currently recorded balance for this Trustee. In the event that this Trustee’s account should accrue Caenum in the future, the balance will shift again. Further notifications of this state change are not guaranteed. The Trust discourages activity that generates Caenum, and as stated in the Trustee Handbook, may levy enforcement actions against Trustees who do not comply or have a history of non-Valorous actions. This Trustee has been so notified.” So as long as you’re making an effort to stay Valorous, that’s what counts. Thanks, Upper Trust!

#midst #midst podcast #third person #q&a with third person #📜#the trust #valor #caenum

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vague-humanoid · 9 months ago

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A Republican state representative in Florida has turned herself into authorities after being indicted on several charges including forgery.

Republican state representative Carolina Amesty, 29, was charged with forgery, uttering a forgery, false acknowledgment or certification by a notary public and notarizing your own signature, the Orlando Sentinel reports.

The charges are in connection with her time as an administrator at Central Christian University in Orange County, Florida, which her father runs, according to the Sentinel.

State Attorney Andrew Bain said a “concerned citizen brought potential criminal wrongdoing” to his office’s attention.

“That information was presented to the grand jury who found sufficient evidence to return an indictment,” Bain said. “I am committed to upholding fairness and justice in every case by applying the law equally to everyone and my record reflects this dedication.”

Amesty released a statement before turning herself in to the Orange County Jail on Thursday. Amesty faces up to twenty years in prison for the four felony charges.

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I've been driving a lot today so I finally started Midst! just finished episode 13 and here is my shit sandwich so far:

the positive (pt.1)

very intriguing! it reminds me a lot of Disco Elysium, Trigun (haven't finished it), and Terry Pratchett (I've only read Going Postal). I am always endlessly delighted by nonsense bureaucracy. each of the protagonists are very interesting, I especially like moc weep. Lark I'm very much looking forward to learning what the hell her deal is. I also really like Phineas, although since his situation continues to get kinda worse and he is punished for like, existing, someone please let me know if this is going to keep happening without reprieve (a la Jonathan Sims) so I can bounce now. scapegoating like that is a huge trigger for me (at least without things Getting Better). otherwise really cool!

the negative

the Radio Lab-esque cadence is a huuugggeee pet peeve of mine. I absolutely can't stand it (I mean I can but, with enough monkey rage to demolish a rage room or two) it very often distracts me from what's going on. I think the narrators are at their strongest when they get to flub around, make up words that fit, splutter in astonishment, chitter back and forth, just being "Imperfect" about it. when they say things like they're telling a story to someone and not on NPR at 5am. and then when I turn the volume up to where I can understand what they're saying, the S sounds are so piercing it physically hurts to listen to. it aggravates my headaches and tinnitus big time 😭 (to be fair I am slightly dehydrated too.) there's also quite a few parts where they play the sound effects and the music so loud that I can't hear anything of what's going on to its own detriment, like I don't think the effect adds to the story in a meaningful way.

the positive (pt.2)

very intrigued by this Terror concept. I would love to learn more about how that works. everything they say about the setting always leads to more questions and I'm so far really enjoying it. same with the fold. and the (casual) anomalies. I love the whole stupid notary and valor thing they have going on. the big calculator machines with the beads. the stupid gala politics. I hope they get really into the bureaucratic weeds at some point, that would be delightful. I'm really excited to learn more about the world and the characters. I like the casual acknowledgement of the listener and that they're narrating a story. I wonder if the narrators have a part to play within the story themselves or if they just narrate it like that? also! spoilers for ep. 13 - I loovve whatever the hell Lark does to kill fuze. I love death scenes like that, it's very that one twilight zone episode.

excited to listen to more!

#not v coherent but then again midst isnt either lol #i like the it!#goobabble #midst

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squeepotatoes · 1 year ago

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things i loved about dead boy detectives ep 3: the case of the devlin house

charles's cute flirting with crystal

edwin's very obvious jealousy

the way crystal is so matter-of-fact and unashamed about saying she's attracted to charles and would totally fuck him if he were alive

niko's curiosity and edwin's indulgence of it

monty 💜

he's immediately so charming

"i have a lot of manga about it. it's very sweet, and explicit."

edwin immediately understanding and letting niko sit out the rest of the case

the bureaucracy of the afterlife fucking with the night nurse (she is a part of a bad system so it's good to see it work against her too) (nothing but respect for the notary)

the cats keeping an eye on edwin

the show really gets across how brutal and upsetting the devlin murders are without showing the violence explicitly and i appreciate that

you also really see how it's fucking with the characters

gossip cats

edwin and crystal learning to work together

edwin acknowledging that charles is important to both of them

i don't know if jayden revri is playing it differently or if it's behind-the-camera stuff or just context, but charles's behavior definitely reads differently post-devlin-house-revelations and that's good

edwin is clearly touched and affected by the effort monty put into writing up his astrological chart, which is very sweet and also communicates that he is not used to people being invested in him

charles jealous

#dead boy detectives #squeepost

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cassiopeiacorvus · 2 years ago

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Washington State Surrogacy Laws

So... The Billionaire's Baby is, uh, it's not good. Yeah, that about sums it up. I've decided to get pedantic about it just for fun. I need something to distract me from the sad excuse of a romance plot that this book is currently selling. In the United States, each state has its own surrogacy laws (because to paraphrase another Tumblr post we are fifty countries in a trench coat pretending to be one) and I was curious to see how closely TBB followed the laws of Washington state. The answer is not really.

The list of surrogacy requirements for Washington state (RCW 26.26A.705):

Have attained twenty-one years of age;

🟡 Unclear. We don't know how old she is yet, but she could very easily be 21 or older.

Previously have given birth to at least one child but not enter into more than two surrogacy agreements that result in the birth of children;

🔴 MC hasn't had a child, but she hasn't entered into a surrogacy agreement before either.

Complete a medical evaluation related to the surrogacy arrangement by a licensed medical doctor;

🟢 That's been mentioned.

Complete a mental health consultation by a licensed mental health professional;

🔴 Not been mentioned.

Have independent legal representation of her choice throughout the surrogacy arrangement regarding the terms of the surrogacy agreement and the potential legal consequences of the agreement.

🔴 No one's mentioned the law or legal representation at all.

The expectations for the intended parent(s):

Have attained twenty-one years of age;

🟢 Very likely that Callie/Cole and Daphne are over 21.

Complete a medical evaluation related to the surrogacy arrangement by a licensed medical doctor;

🟡If Callie is your love interest, they have a medical issue preventing them from carrying a child and if Cole is your love interest, it's Daphne who has the medical issue. We don't know if the evaluation where they learned that information was related to the surrogacy agreement.

Complete a mental health consultation by a licensed mental health professional;

🔴 A mental health evaluation hasn't currently been mentioned.

Have independent legal representation of the intended parent's choice throughout the surrogacy arrangement regarding the terms of the surrogacy agreement and the potential legal consequences of the agreement.

🔴 Again, legal representation hasn't been brought up at all, which considering how detailed Daphne has been about the situation, is unusual.

The requirements of the surrogacy agreement. (26.26A.710):

At least one party must be a resident of this state or, if no party is a resident of this state, at least one medical evaluation or procedure or mental health consultation under the agreement must occur in this state.

🟢 The MC, Callie/Cole, and Daphne all live in Seattle.

A woman acting as a surrogate and each intended parent must meet the requirements of RCW 26.26A.705.

🔴 Ha ha ha. No. They don't.

Each intended parent, the woman acting as a surrogate, and the spouse of the woman acting as a surrogate, if any, must be parties to the agreement.

🔴 We've not heard anything about the agreement.

The agreement must be in a record signed by each party listed in subsection (3) of this section.

🔴 Second verse, same as the first.

The woman acting as a surrogate and each intended parent must acknowledge in a record receipt of a copy of the agreement.

🔴 Third verse, same as the first.

The signature of each party to the agreement must be attested by a notarial officer or witnessed.

🔴 You get it by now.

The woman acting as a surrogate and the intended parent or parents must have independent legal representation throughout the surrogacy arrangement regarding the terms of the surrogacy agreement and the potential legal consequences of the agreement, and each counsel must be identified in the surrogacy agreement.

🔴 No one's mentioned their lawyers as of yet.

The intended parent or parents must pay for independent legal representation for the woman acting as a surrogate.

🔴 Again, no legal representation has been mentioned, but Callie/Cole is a billionaire and Daphne is a supermodel. They're already giving the MC room and board and a stipend, so this will not be a problem for them.

The agreement must be executed before a medical procedure occurs related to the surrogacy agreement, other than the medical evaluation and mental health consultation required by RCW 26.26A.705.

🔴 The MC's already been implanted by chapter two so that's a no go.

This is where we currently stand. If anything changes in the upcoming chapters, I'll update this post.

#playchoices #the billionaire's baby #choices vip #choices tbb #cassi originals #cassiopeiacorvus meta

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raiexperts · 2 months ago

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thepastisalreadywritten · 2 years ago

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SAINT OF THE DAY (October 18)

On October 18, Catholics and other Christians around the world will celebrate the feast of St. Luke, the physician and companion of St. Paul whose gospel preserved the most extensive biography of Jesus Christ.

St. Luke wrote a greater volume of the New Testament than any other single author, including the earliest history of the Church.

Ancient traditions also acknowledge Luke as the founder of Christian iconography, making him a patron of artists, as well as doctors and other medical caregivers.

Luke came from the large metropolitan city of Antioch, a part of modern-day Turkey.

In Luke's lifetime, his native city emerged as an important center of early Christianity.

During the future saint's early years, the city's port had already become a cultural center, renowned for arts and sciences.

Historians do not know whether Luke came to Christianity from Judaism or paganism, although there are strong suggestions that Luke was a gentile convert.

Educated as a physician in the Greek-speaking city, Luke was among the most cultured and cosmopolitan members of the early Church.

Scholars of archeology and ancient literature have ranked him among the top historians of his time period, besides noting the outstanding Greek prose style and technical accuracy of his accounts of Christ's life and the apostles' missionary journeys.

Other students of biblical history adduce from Luke's writings that he was the only evangelist to incorporate the personal testimony of the Blessed Virgin Mary, whose role in Christ's life emerges most clearly in his gospel.

Tradition credits him with painting several icons of Christ's mother, and one of the sacred portraits ascribed to him — known by the title “Salvation of the Roman People” — survives to this day in the Basilica of St. Mary Major.

Some traditions hold that Luke became a direct disciple of Jesus before his ascension, while others hold that he became a believer only afterward.

After St. Paul's conversion, Luke accompanied him as his personal physician and, in effect, as a kind of biographer, since the journeys of Paul on which Luke accompanied him occupy a large portion of the Acts of the Apostles.

Luke probably wrote this text, the final narrative portion of the New Testament, in the city of Rome where the account ends.

Luke was also among the only companions of Paul who did not abandon him during his final imprisonment and death in Rome.

After the martyrdom of St. Paul in the year 67, St. Luke is said to have preached elsewhere throughout the Mediterranean and possibly died as a martyr. However, even tradition is unclear on this point.

Fittingly, the evangelist whose travels and erudition could have filled volumes wrote just enough to proclaim the gospel and apostolic preaching to the world.

Patronage: artists, bachelors, bookbinders, brewers, butchers, doctors, glass makers, glassworkers, gold workers, goldsmiths, lacemakers, lace workers, notaries, painters, physicians, sculptors, stained glass workers, surgeons.

#Saint of the Day #St. Luke #St. Luke the Evangelist #Salvation of the Roman People

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publicnotarynearme · 2 years ago

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What is an affidavit & How Can an Affidavit Help You

An affidavit is a legal document where someone (whom lawyers like to refer to as the affiant or the deponent) makes a series of statements and then swears that these statements are true. It works as an official, legally binding document with significant impact in a variety of legal actions and family matters. The reason you need an affidavit will determine what information you need to provide in it

Purposes of an Affidavit

Affidavits are employed in a wide range of legal and non-legal situations, fulfilling various purposes:

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2. Supporting Legal Documents: Affidavits often accompany legal documents such as wills, trusts, and contracts, providing additional verification and establishing the affiant's intent or knowledge.

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How to Create an Affidavit

Its depending on the legal authority, an affidavit's reliable format may change, but in general, it should contain the following components:

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2. Affiant's Information: The affiant's name, address, and contact information should be provided.

3. Date and Signature: The affidavit should be dated and signed by the affiant.

4. Notarization: In some cases, an affidavit may need to be notarized by a commissioned notary public to verify the affiant's identity and signature.

5. Statement of Truth: In the affidavit a statement should be included which affirming the truth of the information contained.

6. An Affidavit can be sworn or affirmed before:

A Notary Public or Oath Commissioner near me

Court staff who are appointed as a Commissioner of Oaths

A licensed Paralegal or Lawyer

7. Specific Information: The specific information being attested to should be stated in the affidavit in a concise and clear way.

8. Purpose of the Affidavit: The purpose of the affidavit, such as supporting a legal claim or verifying personal information, should be stated.

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lilies-of-the-fields · 3 months ago

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[image description: screencap of social media post from @/ dangerdyke @/ translunaracademy. Text reads,

"fun fact: US passports did not have a field for gender at all until the 1970s, and explicitly as a response to more and more people adopting an androgynous gender presentation. US officials have publicly joked that it was added because of david bowie."

gender markers on state documents exist solely as a means of social control and re-sexing bodies with ambiguous sex signifiers. allowing a third sex on these documents serves only to validate them and provide clearer targets for scrutiny". End ID 1]

@gothboobs ty for transcribing image text from the OP!

[image description 2: screencap of wikipedia page on passports showing text that says

"For decades thereafter, passports were issued not only by the Department o State but also by states and cities, and by notaries public. For example, an internal passport dated 1815 was presented to Massachussetts citizen George Barker to allow him to travel as a free black man to visit relatives in Southern slave states. (20) Passports issued by...". End ID 2]

Here's the wayback link to bypass paywalls

https://web.archive.org/web/20250306102156/https://www.nytimes.com/2025/02/07/us/transgender-americans-lawsuit-trump-passports.html

+ final quote in the article, from the same prof who made the joke about Bowie,

“The State Department has always struggled to offer a compelling argument why a traveler’s sex and gender is critical to identify them as a citizen, especially in an era of retina scans and biometrics,” he said."

legit i am so sorry to the folks who sought recognition by the government as the people they are. in theory not at all unreasonable to expect decency but like

"we didn't expect the federal government to turn on us so quickly" girl what. the federal government is not and has never been our friend. this from a queer military veteran? veterans, a group long acknowledged even by the general public to be left out in the rain by the govt despite their so-called critical and patriotic services.

#i am serious i really feel empathy/sympathy. in an ideal world i would want the same recognition from the govt. but not in this one.#in this one the govt best mind its own fucking business. the state does not get to be the supreme arbiter of What Gender Fucking Is and how #people can travel across imaginary lines. ffs.#gender #queer #US politics #turtle island politics #international politics #abolish the state #abolish borders

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nominalappraisal · 20 hours ago

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suspense on calms pt. 1

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#appraisal #turuses

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