#ripeps*

[ripep]

RIPEP Oahu 2024

[drjohndisco]

Captain Rip Hunter in every episode of Legends of Tomorrow (Seasons 1 and 2): 2.17 - Aruba

[gregor-samsung]

“ Il borghese crea opere assistenziali, dona ai poveri. Ma è davvero questo dono, indubbiamente importante, una generosità? È davvero la sollecitudine per il povero a provocarlo? No, quest’opera è un calcolo (inconsapevole): bisogna arrestare l’inondazione di miseria, altrimenti essa è capace di far saltare le dighe dell’ordine, bisogna ristabilire le relazioni col povero, giacché non è possibile vivere in una società senza relazioni, e se siamo costretti a sfruttare perché la società progredisca, la cosa ci rattrista non poco. Il povero che rifiutiamo di accogliere e di considerare nell’impresa, poiché egli è là per tutt’altro, lo so bene che è un uomo e che, una volta fatto il suo lavoro, una volta compiuto il suo dovere, mi tocca occuparmene, responsabile come sono di tutta la società. Quest’opera è uno strumento di violenza nei confronti di chi si aiuta, perché egli, a sua volta, diventa debitore. Istituito il nuovo rapporto posso ancora pretendere qualche altra cosetta da lui: il suo cuore. E poi, grazie alla mia carità, forse ho il diritto e insieme il dovere (giacché anche qui si tratta di un mio diritto, sono io a pagarlo! E non mi sogno neppure di sfuggire al mio dovere) ho il diritto di sapere cosa farà il povero dei soldi che gli dò; se do, devo poter verificare che ciò serva a qualcosa (perché infine tutto deve servire). Questi poveri non sanno sfruttare le loro possibilità (d’altronde, se le sapessero sfruttare non sarebbero poveri!). Occorre offrire loro delle possibilità e insieme educarli. Si sa che il povero è, come il negro, un fanciullo. È necessario insegnargli a spendere con raziocinio, a comprare quel che gli serve di più e che è nelle sue possibilità. È necessario insegnargli a fare il suo bilancio e a non scialacquare. È necessario accertarsi che non impiegherà i soldi per bere! Orrore! Ho un dovere da adempiere nei suoi confronti, e io non sfuggo mai ai miei doveri. E neppure gli altri. È necessario condurre per mano questo povero al quale si dà, affinché un giorno, finalmente (e cessando così d’essere povero), sappia condursi da solo. Beninteso, tutti questi discorsi, queste spiegazioni, sono perfettamente sconosciuti al borghese, che resta in buona fede e pieno di buona volontà. “

Jacques Ellul, Metamorfosi del Borghese, traduzione a cura di Eugenio Ripepe, casa editrice Giuffrè (collana Valori politici n° 13), 1972.

[Edizione originale: Métamorphose du bourgeois, Paris, Calmann-Lévy, 1967]

[sebcastellanos]

The last thing that my child saw in this world was that monster’s face. You can be damn well sure that when Savage dies, the last face he sees will be mine.

Arthur Darvill as Rip Hunter in DC’s Legends of Tomorrow: Pilot, Part One

[niggangel-archive]

damn i rlly wish i was cis male like. not just bc of dysphoria or whatever bc. literally cis men do not understand how much fucking privilege they have, yall can do so much

[steviatea]

for your purposely bad fic ask

mike/gus

skyler/lydia

HERE WE GOOO

mike/gus:

one day mike and gus were meeting up at a remote place in the desert in new mexico in the vince gilligan extended universe TM. mike looked over gus’ hot ripeped bod, which was very physically fit. he wondered how a man who was in control ofso much could also have such an excellent phisique. he contimplated the at phizisuqite and grunted thoughtfully. “hm,” he grunted in a typical mike earmantrout fashion. “hey, fring. your body is looking.”

gus adjusted gihis lglasses and looked to mike studiously and seriously. “thank you for the vague and incomplete compliment,” he said. “i go to the gym.”

mike handed gus a large sum of money, which was some dead drop or whatever the fuck that he obtained while working his mike job. “here you go, fring.”

‘thank you”, gus said. gus smiled playfully and uncharacteristically. “i would like to hold your hand as thanks.”

“well, i’m not stoppin’ ya,” mike said grumpily, but he was actually happy. gus hedlld his hand. hodlhand. hand. “your hands are exceptionally soft.”

“i use l’oreal to keep them extra soft and smooth and sweet,,” Mike said. he grapsped jus fring’s hand. “you know who’s also smooth and sweet?”

“i do not have any idea,” gus said.

“you.” mike said with a wink. “g”

they kissed

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skyler/lydia

lydia stares at the tall goddess that skyler is from behind the counter of the A1 carwash building. she stares intensely at skyler. skyler kind of wants to attack her on sight but she refreins because she’s a civil MILF and lydia is kind of hot.

“what the fuck are you doing here” skyler hisses at lydia defensively like a cat spiking up its back fur

“i want an air frieshiner,” lydia says quickly and quietly. she’s wearing sugnglasses that take up like a third of her face. “also is your husband here?”

skyler narrows her blue bleu belue blue blue blue eyes. “no... why.” suspiciously she hands lydia an air freshener, not letting her make the choice of which one. it’s pine scented. “i hope you like pine.”

“it’s okay i guess,” lydia says, “but no, i was just um,. uh. umm,,,,, ,, uhhhhh.... i was uh. was um” she stammers, contemplating runnign the fuck away. “i wanted to say that uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh your husband is shit and you could do better.”

"is that a threat?” skyler asssks.

“it’s a promise,” lydia sneakily says. then, using the strength in all of her limbs and climbs up onto the counter in front of her. “there we go. this is better. now i don’t feel so small.”

skyler stares at her. “that’s kind of hot.” she says. says

lydia and skyler then make out. i don’t know why i changed to present tense for this. lydia whispers against skyler’s lips, “remember to like and subscribe to my channel.”

[phantomtasia]

@number1salesman1997​ (continued from here): 

...EYAH.. I KNOW IT. UNIVERSAL RTRANSLATOR IS STILL ONLIEN AT LEASRT. IT'S JUST IT'S JSUJT IT'S JUSTYT DSO FUCKED TAS1A TJHIS SHUOUDLN'T BE ABEL TO HAPPEN, THAT'S A PART OF ME,, IT SHOLDENEN'T BE ABLE TO! JUST!! GO FUCKIG BYE-BYE!!!!! AT TE DROP OF A HAT! THEYE JUST RIPEPED OUT A PART OF ME-E-Eee

“Yeah, it’s really messed up. At least it’s temporary,” They’re doing their best to comfort their friend, gently patting his arm. “Try to take it easy? And if you get your hands on whoever or whatever did this, save a piece for me? I’ll punch ‘em so hard in the throat they’ll WISH they could talk like you.”

Tasia flexes their arm to show they mean business. “You got this, bud. You’re #1 after all.”

[number1salesman1997]

You ever think about learning sign language? Or downloading it? Now seems as good a time as any to try.

...EYAH.. I KNOW IT. UNIVERSAL RTRANSLATOR IS STILL ONLIEN AT LEASRT. IT'S JUST IT'S JSUJT IT'S JUSTYT DSO FUCKED TAS1A TJHIS SHUOUDLN'T BE ABEL TO HAPPEN, THAT'S A PART OF ME,, IT SHOLDENEN'T BE ABLE TO! JUST!! GO FUCKIG BYE-BYE!!!!! AT TE DROP OF A HAT! THEYE JUST RIPEPED OUT A PART OF ME-E-Eee

[orbemnews]

Life and Death on the Lighthouse of the Mediterranean If you stand at the summit at night, and you turn your flashlight off, all you can see are diamantine flecks shimmering in the dark. In that moment, you are floating, untethered, in an endless inky pool. The inevitable rumblings of the blackened earth beneath your feet eventually remind you that you remain on this planet. And when a jet of incandescent molten rock shoots skyward and illuminates the land like a flare, you feel as if you are staring down a dragon. For those seeking to experience the raw and almost preternatural power of a volcano, you would be hard-pressed to find a better place than Stromboli, northwest of the toe of Italy’s boot and aptly known as the Lighthouse of the Mediterranean. Rising a mere 3,000 feet above the waves of the Tyrrhenian Sea, the seemingly diminutive volcanic isle is famed for its near-continuous summit explosions. Most volcanoes spend much of their lifetime in a state of quiescence, but Stromboli bucks that trend. “It’s always active,” said Maurizio Ripepe, a geophysicist at the University of Florence in Italy. “I always say it’s the most reliable thing in Italy. It’s not like the trains.” Stromboli is also home to a few hundred full-time residents. Their relationship with the volcano is largely cordial. Its regular explosive activity is confined to the summit, and a slope named the Sciara del Fuoco (“Stream of Fire”) harmlessly funnels superheated debris into the sea. The frequent window-rattling booms have become barely noticeable background noise, while its effervescence has proved highly attractive to paying tourists. But the volcano is capable of acts of utter devastation. Rare but especially fierce blasts have killed people both at the summit and on its slopes. That danger makes Stromboli a resplendent place punctuated with moments of terror. Gaia Squarci, a photographer and videographer who first visited the island when she was 17, said that there is always “a calm, with a tension underneath.” Everyone has a unique relationship with this paradoxical landscape. Scientists approach Stromboli as detectives. They hope to understand how it works by investigating its various viscera, a task aided by both its hyperactivity and its easy accessibility. “There are not so many volcanoes that you can go up to the summit, you work all day long, then you are only one hour from beer, pizza, good food,” said Dr. Ripepe. Small explosions rock Stromboli’s summit all the time. Although a safe environment to work in for the most part, scientists are acutely aware that the volcano is capable of unleashing more potent explosions. These blasts, referred to as paroxysms, are considered to be a major threat. If they are powerful enough to dislodge part of the volcano, some can even trigger tsunamis. Although the volcano has been relatively calm during the past half-century, the last few years have seen a return to violent form. In July 2019, a paroxysm killed a hiker and injured several others. The next month, another shook the island, but fortunately no one died that time. The authorities, fearing further paroxysms, subsequently closed the summit to visitors. Jacopo Crimi, originally from Milan, was often brought to the island as a child by his parents. Today, he lives there, helping scientists present and share their work with their peers, clients and the general public. He describes living on Stromboli as a bit like being on one of the miniature planets in the universe of “The Little Prince,” the story by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry where the eponymous boy visits a number of lonely worlds. Mr. Crimi says residents get to know the volcano, and its personality, as if it were a living thing. “It’s strange. It’s like a person,” he said. “You really miss it when you leave here. You feel lost.” Travelers will always want to visit the island too, because erupting volcanoes provide a spectacle like no other. “We love danger, in some ways. It lets us feel immortal,” Mr. Crimi said. “It brings fear and joy together.” The human presence makes volcanologists nervous. The volcano is nearly two miles tall, but only the uppermost part is above water. “They’re not living at the base of the volcano,” said Dr. Ripepe. “They’re living at the top of the volcano,” right next to its magmatic maw. No one on the island is far from harm’s way. The overarching goal of the science of volcanology is to detect warning signs of an eruption, allowing anyone in danger to protect themselves. Volcanoes usually twitch and convulse before an eruption, but some dangerous phenomena give no discernible fanfare. For example, a pressure cooker-like bomb of underground water exploded without warning on New Zealand’s Whakaari/White Island volcano on Dec. 9, 2019, killing 22 visitors. Stromboli’s eternal effervescence makes it a fantastic natural laboratory to trial attempts at eruption forecasting. Could the island’s own explosions, which happen rather suddenly, be seen coming? It’s known that many volcanoes inflate when magma rises into them. This doesn’t always mean an eruption is forthcoming, but sometimes it does. Stromboli is no exception. Devices that measure the changing shape of the volcano have been recording its metamorphosis for two decades. And scientists have noticed Stromboli inflates not at random, but every time the volcano is about to explode. The inflation in this case appears to happen when the gases dissolved in the ascending magma escape into a lower pressure environment within the volcano’s shallow conduit, the esophagus-like passageway to the surface. Despite the erratic nature of Stromboli, “there is a rule in the chaos,” Dr. Ripepe said. The scientists’ discovery was published in the journal Nature Communications in March, but an early warning system based on their data has been up and running since October 2019. If the volcano inflates in a way that indicates a paroxysm is coming, an automated alert is sent to the civil authorities and volcanologists, who then activate a series of sirens. From the moment the signal is detected, everyone has up to 10 minutes to react before the paroxysm arrives. That may be sufficient to save the lives of many, either from the paroxysm itself or any subsequent tsunami. But it’s not a panacea. “If you are at the summit, there is no way to survive,” said Dr. Ripepe. Either the explosion’s shock wave will crush your internal organs, or the hot ash and gas will asphyxiate you. He and his colleagues are now hoping to find other precursors that will give people hours to get to safety. Deciphering the complex series of grumbles and twitches exhibited by volcanoes in the run up to an eruption is rarely straightforward. But when efforts to identify precursors to volcanic violence are successful, it can provide salvation. Take La Soufrière, a volcano on the Caribbean island of St. Vincent, as an example. It had been erupting in a calm and harmless manner since last December. But suspicious seismic activity in late March and early April was interpreted by scientists as a sign that something explosive was on its way. They convinced the government to order an evacuation of tens of thousands of people living in the volcano’s shadow on April 8. The very next day, the first in a series of catastrophic blasts rocked La Soufrière. Thanks to that early warning and subsequent exodus, no lives were lost to the volcano’s rage. No matter what advances are made in eruption forecasting, Stromboli, like all volcanoes, remains capable of surprising everyone. “It’s humbling, the fact that we can get better and better at predicting patterns of behavior, but there will always be a high degree of unpredictability,” said Ms. Squarci. According to Mr. Crimi, plenty of Stromboli’s longtime residents, including those who rely on tourism for their income, don’t want to engage with volcanologists, as they are seen to challenge the island-wide illusion that the volcano can do no harm. But for some, the knowledge that the specter of death always exists is a thing of counterintuitive beauty. Scientists can try to comprehend Stromboli, but nothing they will do will alter the volcano’s actions. “The volcano wrote the chapters of the island’s history,” said Ms. Squarci — and it will be the author of the island’s future, too. Source link Orbem News #Death #life #Lighthouse #Mediterranean

[reasonlivings]

Pass the happy along!💛when you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and then send this to the last 10 people in your notifications! :-)

this has been sitting here and I don't know how to respond ripepe

[j1ngi]

ripEPPED JEANS I'M SHAJKING

[varunae]

"uhmmmm como que es politely nice pero parece va a ser cerrada con todo aquel que no conozca" vs "Al final la mejor manera de ablandarla es enamorarla con un pj y ya luego hablar de la vida misma como si fuéramos amigas desde siempre" (es decir sostengo lo primero pero valoro el upgrade heh)

first impression of me vs. current impression

edit: dejé este ask creyendo que estaba en queue y lo mandé fue a borradores ripepe

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA binch mira como soy de vendida con los pjs no puedo evitarlo skjhdskjhdskjh, aparte tu manera de hablar y hacer sentir en confianza a los demás ayuda un montón a no sentirme incómoda o algo uvu

[drjohndisco]

Captain Rip Hunter in every episode of Legends of Tomorrow (Seasons 1 and 2): 2.15 - Fellowship of the Spear

[gregor-samsung]

“ Non sentirsi superfluo, è questa, in effetti, l’ostinata battaglia del borghese, rifiutarsi ad ogni gratuità e prima di tutto al convincimento di essere gratuito lui stesso. Il borghese si sa e si vuole necessario, e costruisce un mondo in cui egli è necessario: un mondo che non potrebbe esistere senza di lui. Ma se è necessario �� giustificato, e se è giustificato non è in realtà superfluo. Il meccanismo della giustificazione [...] costituisce l’elemento centrale dell’opera borghese, il suo significato, la sua spiegazione. Per giungervi, egli si costruisce un mondo reale, ma anche un mondo immaginario che fa prevalere su tutti gli altri, col meccanismo della falsa coscienza. Giacché il borghese si sa, inconsciamente, sfruttatore, ma non può sopportarsi per quel che è, non può vivere da quel che è, non può configurarsi qual è. Non è solo il fatto che è spiacevole riconoscere di essere uno sfruttatore, l’oppressore degli altri, e di vivere della loro miseria, specie quando si ha un ideale di umanismo, di uguaglianza, di rispetto. Ciò sarebbe ancora superficiale. Ma qui il borghese esprime anche una tendenza costante di ogni uomo, di qualsiasi classe, e cioè la necessità di essere in armonia con il proprio contorno, di avere l’approvazione del gruppo, di vivere ad un ritmo comune e perciò di sentirsi in pace con se stesso, di sentirsi la «coscienza tranquilla», qualunque cosa si designi con questo termine. E per non riconoscersi per quel che veramente è, il borghese non può vedere le motivazioni reali della sua azione. Non può riconoscere le forze motrici che lo spingono ad essere quello che è, agendo come agisce. Non è ipocrisia nel senso corrente: il borghese non ci riesce. È un black-out, una repressione, una carenza. Potrei, ovviamente, fare intervenire qui la teoria della prassi in Marx, e riprendere la sua concezione della falsa coscienza. Si tratta di una spiegazione anche, tra l’altro, utile. Ma non è necessario. A causa di questo obnubilamento, e non potendo più agire senza una motivazione, il borghese si crea un sistema esplicativo, un sistema di motivazioni, immaginando forze motrici irreali al fine di legittimare la sua azione. Beninteso, queste forze motrici non sono soltanto immaginarie, altrimenti non illuderebbero nessuno. Esse non sono teoriche, cosa che sarebbe contraria allo spirito borghese: sono apparenti. Uno degli atteggiamenti costanti della coscienza borghese consiste nell’evitare il profondo per dare ogni rilievo all’evidente. Il borghese si balocca con l’evidenza, e le evidenze sono le carte più sicure della falsa coscienza. Noi vediamo agevolmente i motivi apparenti, cioè evidenti di ogni condotta: occorre accontentarcene, non cercare oltre. “

Jacques Ellul, Metamorfosi del Borghese, traduzione a cura di Eugenio Ripepe, casa editrice Giuffrè (collana Valori politici n° 13), 1972.

[Edizione originale: Métamorphose du bourgeois, Paris, Calmann-Lévy, 1967]

[phinspiratione]

By @ripep

burger flip

[chanbees-blog]

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