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SUBMISSION: After 3 years of architecture studies (Andreas Melve & Perrine Rivain)
My Old Ass (2024)
I imagine there would be some kind of NDA for working for the front company. Not initially suspicious for architectural projects .
But it would certainly get brought up in a case. Pretty sure the argument would be that an NDA can’t cover up code or ethics violations. Cite misrepresentation of the contract and conditions of her employment. Pretty solid things to counter an NDA on and go back to making her point.
Restrictive covenants is apparently a better term for it. Under the guise of “protecting the employer” in this case re: using or disclosing confidential information
I imagine there would be some kind of NDA for working for the front company. Not initially suspicious for architectural projects .
But it would certainly get brought up in a case. Pretty sure the argument would be that an NDA can’t cover up code or ethics violations. Cite misrepresentation of the contract and conditions of her employment. Pretty solid things to counter an NDA on and go back to making her point.
i, one of many, am happy you exist
my aesthetic is that one scene in holes where sigourney weaver paints her nails with rattlesnake venom infused nail polish and claws jon voight in the face
You know. That whole thing was about relief anyways. Someone from her past that would just vanish. And come back. And then didn’t one day. And she moved on. But the entire point was the relief of hey you’re not dead, and I’m glad for that but also you cannot do this anymore. You cannot waltz in and out and expect this to be the same. Time passed. Wounds closed up and scarred over and there’s no reopening them.
And that’s probably why she’s so touchy about it now. With Mags. The absence. Silence. The not knowing. It’s pre cell phone era. There’s the news but we know genuine and truthful the media is. Even back then. Even if he seemed nearly unstoppable for a bit. Until he shows up bleeding to death.
Her past relationship left some deep impacts on her that probably are what has created a lot of that worry we get to see now. Not knowing is worse than knowing.
The hey are you alright? The please don’t leave me guessing whether or not you’re alive. It’s a love language in itself. She tries not to burden him with it but it’s a constant melody humming in the back of her mind.
Be careful. Take care. Very quiet, subtle confessions, every time. I only wonder when she started saying be careful. Maybe after he showed up bleeding. Anyways.
And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.
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There's nothing like a big, strong man being soft just for you
Migraines are literally the stupidest thing in human evolution. "Oh no, we're experiencing too much Thing! Better send a rail spike through the skull and blind ourselves about it" like c'mon, man
being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it
half asleep morning sex that’s sooo lazy and slow, his hands hot beneath your shirt, your ass grinding back against him, his lips on your throat