consumer organization

lovely moon sign things

aries: a reckless romantic! big hearts and funny minds. lovessss to play it cool and give away as little as possible about their funny little selves. 

taurus: remembers so many little details about people. so exceptionally clever, but in a psychological way as well as an academic way. an aMaZiNG pal

gemini: wants to tell you every detail about their day. wants the world to laugh alongside them. people fascinate them. they have a way with words

cancer: sees romance in buildings and nature. stylish & genius. want the best for everyone around them. protective hearts

leo: is always there to protect & care for those when they need it. so much wit. a talented mind. they bring a lot of light when you’re around them.

virgo: just wants to create art. a gentleman or lady. organic souls. consumes knowledge & loves learning. kind beings

libra: very forgiving, just wants to make everyone laugh. the softest being & very romantic. stands up what & who they believe in

scorpio: colorful & eccentric minds. always go for what they want & usually get it! loved by many, beautiful smiley people.

sagittarius: change EXCITES them. playful & creative. loves meeting new people & sticks by the ones they love. so much LIFE in them

capricorn: so MucH tAlent!!! beautiful minds! stubborn & sarcastic & have too many interests at once. big dreamers & chance takers

aquarius: is embarrassed about the quirks that the world loves them for. absolutely unique, you’ve never met anyone like them. beautiful in & out

pisces: just wants to save the world really. picturesque & arty, the sweetest of souls. they experience romance in every aspect they can

Things I have been learning about cat food today

- ‘Holistic’ is not a regulated word and means jack shit. Any food claiming to be 'holistic’ is trying to put one over on the consumer.

- 'Organic’ and 'Made with Organic Ingredients’ are different. Companies don’t need as much 'organic’ material to make the latter claim.

- ’[Meat] Cat Food’ is required to have significantly more of the named meat than 'Cat Food With [Meat]’

- Ingredients are listed by weight

- If the first ingredient is not a named meat, walk the fuck away

- Non-specific 'Meat’ and 'Fish’ and any by-products or meals of such are highly suspect.

- ’[Meat] by-product’ is questionable because it means any squishy part that isn’t counted as 'flesh’, aka giblets and offal. While some of those (liver, heart) are healthy and good, others are meh. Needless to say this should not be the primary (and thus first-listed) source of protein.

- ’[Meat] meal’ is actually preferable to just ’[Meat]’ in dry cat food because the weight of 'Chicken’ might include water weight, while 'Chicken meal’ is weighed without moisture and is thus a more reliable measure

- Corn and wheat are distressingly common and are completely useless for your cat. If they’re anywhere in the first five ingredients, your cat is gonna eat twice as much and most of it’s gonna end up in the litterbox.

- Re the last point, Meow Mix is utter shit. So is Friskies.

- Filler carbs are necessary to hold the pellets together but should not be one of the first two ingredients.

- Soy, beef, dairy, and fish are the most common cat allergies and can develop at any time

- There are a fuckload more reviews for dog food than cat food

- Regulation in the pet food industry is frankly apalling

4 appears to be pulling Trump branded products, as boycotts mount

  • — the e-commerce giant acquired by Walmart — appears to be quietly pulling Trump-branded apparel and perfume, Mic has found, after reviewing cached and current pages on the website.
  • At the time of publication, Jet still appears in a petition circulated by the #GrabYourWallet activist group, which encourages consumers to boycott any organization with which the Trump Organization does business.
  • Jet isn’t the only retailer to pull Ivanka Trump products in recent weeks — both Neiman Marcus and Nordstrom made similar moves. Read more
Laying in bed all day and seeming like doing nothing doesn’t mean that I’m lazy, depressed or a failure.
My brain has never stopped thinking ever since I have known that I exist. Therefore I end up storing my physical energy to be able to use more mental energy, -considering the fact that the brain is the most energy consuming organ.
—  Some introvert

The Titanic wreckage is disappearing. Sunk in 1912, the ship has survived for over 100 years, but it’s gradually being corroded by a unique type of bacteria that’s eating away at its hull. Scientists estimate the great ship might only have 12 years left before the tiny organisms have consumed it entirely and it’s gone forever. source

image via wikipedia

Top 10 Facts Of The Day (March 11, 2017)

10. Ninja where required to learn the crafts of several civilian jobs in order to more easily infiltrate enemy positions, and they would rarely if ever wear black clothes.

9. Henry Ford spied on his employees at home to ensure they were living virtuously.

8. Artist designed a LEGO bag that makes it look as though you have the arm of a minifig when you hold it.

7. The Titanic wreckage is disappearing. Sunk in 1912, the ship has survived for over 100 years, but it’s gradually being corroded by a unique type of bacteria that’s eating away at its hull. Scientists estimate the great ship might only have 12 years left before the tiny organisms have consumed it entirely and it’s gone forever.

Keep reading


Hey ya’ll!
So recently I’ve been working with a start-up makeup and skin-care company called Shae Face and Body. They’re products are all hand-made with natural, organic, vegan products and are free of parabens and phthalates (AKA yucky chemicals that are horrible for you). It also has no soy, tree-nuts, or gluten for those of you who are allergic.

So, I’ve been wearing their products for about 2 months now and I absolutely adore them. They make a lipstick that is to die for!! It’s a cream matte that doesn’t smudge when you take a sip of coffee or bite into a sammy. I usually don’t wear makeup because it’s so messy but this stuff is amazing. I love love LOVE that it doesn’t smudge. They also make a killer deodorant that smells Divine. I have the lavender-lemongrass scent but there are others as well.
The moisturizer leaves my face feeling soft and refreshed all day! And the finishing power is the perfect companion - I put it on my face in the morning and it gets rid of any shine!! My face is naturally greasier than most so the finishing powder is a godsend. They also make a soothing chapstick that is the perfect companion for this dry winter weather.

You can see above pics of their products as well as me rockin the lipsticks 💄💋

What seals the deal for me is that this company is run by an amazing GenderQueer person that has made it their mission to make quality products without using harmful chemicals or unethical production methods. They also want the company to be for anyone and everyone who is interested in makeup and skincare products, not just women and girls. This is a company that strives to be all-inclusive!! Perfect for the conscious consumer.

Check them out on Instagram @shaefaceandbody as well as twitter and Facebook.
If you’re interested in their products they sell them at:

I 10/10 recommend

The “dinosaur bones” that you see on display at the Museum aren’t really bones at all. Through the process of fossilization, ancient animal bones are turned into rock. 

Most ancient animals never became fossils. Their carcasses were likely consumed by other organisms, or worn away by wind or water. But sometimes the conditions were right and their remains were preserved. The most common process of fossilization happens when an animal is buried by sediment, such as sand or silt, shortly after it dies. Its bones are protected from rotting by layers of sediment. As its body decomposes all the fleshy parts wear away and only the hard parts, like bones, teeth, and horns, are left behind. Over millions of years, water in the nearby rocks surrounds these hard parts, and minerals in the water replace them, bit by bit. When the minerals have completely replaced the organic tissue, what’s left is a solid rock copy of the original specimen.

Learn more on the Museum’s Dinosaur website

Anti Theory

This could be completely wrong as I’m just going off of the laughing that anti shows

But I found a disease known as “Kuru”

Kuru is a very rare, incurable neurodegenerative disorder that was formerly common among the Fore people of Papua New Guinea. Kuru is caused by the transmission of abnormally folded prion proteins, which leads to symptoms such as tremors, loss of coordination, and neurodegeneration.

The term kuru derives from the Fore word kuria or guria (“to shake”), due to the body tremors that are a classic symptom of the disease and kúru itself means “trembling”. It is now widely accepted that kuru was transmitted among members of the Fore tribe of Papua New Guinea via funerary cannibalism. Deceased family members were traditionally cooked and eaten, which was thought to help free the spirit of the dead. Females and children usually consumed the brain, the organ in which infectious prions were most concentrated, thus allowing for transmission of kuru. The disease was therefore more prevalent among women and children.

While the Fore people stopped eating human meat half a century ago, the disease lingered due to kuru’s long incubation period of anywhere from 10 to over 50 years. The epidemic declined sharply after discarding cannibalism, from 200 deaths per year in 1957 to 1 or no deaths annually in 2005, with the last known kuru victim dying in 2009.

The clinical stage, which begins at the first onset of symptoms, lasts an average of 12 months. The clinical progression of kuru is divided into three specific stages, the ambulant, sedentary and terminal stages.

In the first (ambulant) stage, the infected individual may exhibit unsteady stance and gait, decreased muscle control, tremors, difficulty pronouncing words (dysarthria), and titubation. (Titubation is a tremor)

In the second (sedentary) stage, the infected individual is incapable of walking without support and suffers ataxia and severe tremors. Furthermore, the individual shows signs of emotional instability and depression, yet exhibits uncontrolled and sporadic laughter.

In the last stage basically they die.

But to me that sounds sort of like Anti. Not all of it but a lot of it.

The first stage is tremors and spasms, this is what Anti does when he shows up he just shakes on the camera.

The second stage is where it’s weird I think. They show emotional instability who’s is what Anti is, he’s out of control.
And laughs uncontrollably, again Anti does this when he shows up he laughs like he’s mocking us. Maybe he just can’t control it and we all think he was doing it to scare us.

Now this is all speculation so if you have any other ideas please tell me :D

Getting To Know You

Jasper Hale imagine requested by anon! “hi! i’d like to please request an imagine in which jasper meets his human mate for the first time/is slightly taken aback because she’s essentially his polar opposite? like him being unsure how to act because she’s very vivacious/confident/joke-y?” Hope you like it!

You were concerned, at first, to be paired with the sullen, silent Hale twin you’d heard so little about; other than his exquisite good looks and polite refrain from conversation, he was all but a mystery to Forks High. You weren’t the type to pry your way into scenes you weren’t a part of, especially when it came to cracking the quiet kid’s shell open, but you couldn’t help but fidget with your mental crowbar when he chose his seat beside you in your History class, a subject he usually sat out, his desk’s partner eternally vacant, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened intently to each lecture. God, you hadn’t realized how hyper-aware of him you were until just now, while you sat comparing his every strange action to his usual reclusive state. You hadn’t expected him to sit beside you because he usually walked passed your desk en route to his shadowy corner, and you hadn’t expected him to glance your way as he sat because he usually kept his head ducked, avoiding eye contact, nodding apologetically, respectfully if he dared to stare at someone. But here he was, the man of the hour, his body slightly inclined toward you, his arms folded on the desk before him. His eyes weren’t brown, as you had suspected, but a gold colour, something warmer than yellow but colder than butterscotch. They were bright, they were attentive, and their focus came paired with an inquisition.

“Hello,” he spoke, his voice quiet and kind, his lips turning up in the corners, though they remained pressed in a thin sort of line. “Do you mind if I sit here today? I thought I should be closer to the board. My eyes…” he trailed off, a hand slowly, almost cautiously raised to his eye-level, a finger making absentminded circles in the air beside his temple, as if to physically explain his troubled eyesight. You nodded, granting the strange boy a smile.

“Yeah, not a problem. Never thought I’d see the day you stepped out of the shadows, there,” you noted, your voice lilting with the ease of your joking laughter. Jasper’s brow furrowed, his eyes dropping out of focus just beside your hands, though his expression remained light, open, his lips parting over words he seemed to have to organize before speaking.

“I’m sorry, have I been so rude as to never introduce myself?” His eyes lifted to meet yours, the intensity of his casual stare closing a vice around your heart, your chest growing tight. It wasn’t that you were frightened, per say, more… disarmed by his attentiveness. “My name is Jasper Hale. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am-” He cleared his throat, shaking his head almost unnoticeably, before extending his hand for you to shake. You obliged, your hand frozen in his, shocked by the chill of his skin. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice, moving your hand in his shortly before breaking contact.

“I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you. I don’t think I’m old enough for ma’am, though. At least wait until a woman hits forty before you pull that tone,” you snickered, raising your brows, your head tilted in his direction, your hands rubbing against each other beneath the desk, hoping to chase the ice from your fingers. “Young man.” Jasper ducked his head at your punctuated remark, a grin playing across his lips, though he fought for his composure before speaking, not quite managing to banish his smile before speaking, hushing his voice to accommodate for the beginning of class.

“My apologies. I was raised in the South before moving to Washington with my adopted family,” he explained, his voice leaking hints of his former drawl, his eyes on the window behind your head. “I’ll never get used to the clouds you’ve got up here.” You nodded in understanding, turning your face to the rain as it ran in streams down the streak-swept windowpanes the janitors had neglected for at least a week too long. A voice whispered, far closer to your ear than before, continuing your conversation. “I miss the sunlight. You don’t get much here.” You turned slowly, finding Jasper leaning away from you, a kindred smile on his closed lips, his eyes shooting towards the board, a notebook on the desktop before him, his hand flying easily over the lined paper as he took notes on the current lecture. You bent to remove your own notebook from your book bag, searching about in the mess you knowingly allowed to consume all hope for organization, your hands struggling to find a writing utensil. Jasper nudged your elbow with his, extending his uncapped pen in your direction. “I can listen in. Good memory,” he explained, his fingertips brushing against yours as he handed you his pen. You shivered absentmindedly, thanking him under your breath.

“I can see why you miss the sun. You run cold or something?” He stiffened beside you, his brow furrowing with exaggerated, but serious, confusion, as if hoping to divert you with his lack of understanding. “Seriously, you’re freezing. You need to go bake in the sun for a while if you want to pass as a warm-blooded human like the rest of us,” you jibed, scribbling a few key points onto your paper, watching Jasper melt beside you from the corner of your eye. Sensing it was safe to continue, you allowed yourself another go at his unnatural temperature. “I mean, really, we’ve all stuck our hands in ovens before. Can’t let the mortals know we’re dead on the outside, too.” Jasper shifted until his torso was almost completely turned to you, his eyes quizzical on yours.

“I don’t understand you,” he stated, his voice a hair louder than before, his brow knotted with curiosity. You started at his directness, cursing yourself for tormenting the quiet kid, no matter how handsome he was or how good-natured you believed your jests to be. It was always the quiet ones, you reminded yourself, that started fires in the men’s room with intent to burn the school. His eyes fell to your stiffen posture before returning to your face, his hand raised at the wrist from the desktop, buffering his oncoming statement. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend. All I meant was… I take pride in my ability to… read people, but…” he paused, his head tilting from the strain of his confusion. “I’ve got nothing on you. I don’t understand.” You nodded slowly, a mischievous smile toying with the corners of your mouth.

“So that’s why you sit so quietly back there. You’re taking notes on your classmates,” you snickered, your hand reaching across his arm to snag his notebook, his jaw tightening as your eyes ravaged his impeccable handwriting. “What is this?” you whispered, breathless at the words he had written. Incorrect, incorrect, never happened, didn’t happen like that, wrong body count, read his bullet points. “What do you mean, incorrect? Were you some kind of child prodigy? Did you go to college when you were thirteen or something, major in Civil War studies?” He remained silent his eyes on the cover of his notebook as you read, his shoulders unmoving from their stance angled towards your body. “What does ask Alice mean?” His hands were taking the notebook from yours then, his head shaking.

“Alice is my sister. I had to remind myself to ask her for her notes. You have my pen, she has this class after lunch.” You feigned offense, a hand on your chest.

“This was a gift, Mr. Hale. How very rude of you. What would the South say about this?” His composure cracked, a smile dancing on his lips, his eyes on yours. You continued in this fashion until you had expended your History class, poking fun at your companion’s constant denial of the facts your teacher supplied. Just moments before the bell dismissed you, Jasper’ attention was once more absorbed in your eyes, his stare direct, his features friendly, though his eyes danced with curiosity.

“Would you like to have lunch with me?” he asked, his voice stronger, louder now that the bell was blaring, setting the rest of your classmates sprinting for the door. “I’d like to get to know you, if that’s alright.” You smiled, handing him his pen, pushing yourself up from your seat.

“Sounds like a plan. Should we start with my childhood, or with yours?” He chuckled, rising to stand beside you, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, snagging yours from behind your chair.

“No, there’s not much to talk about there. I was a bit of a… problem child,” he spoke, continuing though his laughter at you quick, disbelieving quip, “I got into a lot of fights. Not much else to talk about.” You sighed dramatically, watching the sparkle behind Jasper’s eyes glimmer as you followed him into the aisle, your eyes on his. “I’d like to hear about you, though.”

“Hmm, since you can’t read me very well, I suppose it’s my duty to clue you in, huh?” He shook his head, his laughter bubbling from within his chest. “Well, for starters, I have a habit of going for the throat with people I don’t know, mocking their past and their reclusive tendencies, stealing their school supplies and baiting them into extended conversation with my sparkling wit,” you nudged his arm, barely throwing him off-balance. He shrugged at your words, his lips twisted in a playful grimace.

“I’m not sure I’d call that going for the throat, but… it seems about right.” You traveled with him through the halls, aware of the eyes drilling holes in your back and in his, though he didn’t seem to notice the concern the school had for this new side of the silent Jasper Hale. A girl passed by with jaw agape, and unapologetically so, to hear him speaking to someone outside of his tight-knit family group. Whispers surrounded you as you walked to the lunchroom, expecting to join the Cullens and Jasper’s twin sister at their usual table, surprised when you both bypassed their seating to travel outside, Jasper holding he door open for you like a true Southern gentleman. You stared at him, inquisitive, unsure why such a polite young man would leave his family waiting at the metaphorical alter. He smirked at your apparent horror, handing you your book bag, which contained your lunch, settling into your seat as you rifled about for your paper bag. “They won’t mind much. We spend a lot of time together.” He settled beside you, assuming his usual position, his posture angled towards you, his attention completely invested. You removed an apple from your bag, staring at the empty space before him.

“Aren’t you going to get lunch?” you asked, to which he replied that he wasn’t hungry. Come to think of it, you couldn’t recall ever seeing him with food on his tray. Perhaps the Cullens weren’t as wealthy as everyone assumed. He denied your offering of your apple, insisting he was fine. “Didn’t you have to ask Alice about something? The notes?” He replied, confusingly, that he’d already asked her, indirectly. You assumed he meant he had texted her, but he glanced through the glass at his family’s table, tipping his head ever so slightly at his brother’s waiting glance, his bronze hair catching light as he turned to address the smallest of the bunch. Had you missed him speak to his brother? You had passed so swiftly, it was possible he could have bent his head as you moved toward the door, but he’d been there to open it for you. You made a small sound of confusion, sparking Jasper’s interest once more. The boy straightened, returning his focus to your face.

“So, are you… seeing anyone?” he inquired, causing you to nearly choke on the chunk of apple you had intended to swallow. You caught your breath, your eyes wide on his. He was concerned behind the humour splattering his features, his lips barely concealing their inclination to smile at your failure to complete the most basic human task of eating.

“Jesus, you’re direct,” you noted, checking for saliva on the corners of your mouth, dragging the backside of your hand over your lips. He waited patiently for you to calm yourself, clearly serious from his silence. “Um, no, I’m not seeing anyone right now. Any reason why you’re asking?” Jasper rolled his eyes, a playful expression you hadn’t seen him take part in before now. Perhaps you were rubbing off on him.

“I’m sure the conclusion isn’t very hard to come by.” You remained quiet, abandoning your apple completely, waiting for him to continue. “Like I mentioned before, I don’t understand you. I’d like to. You’ve surprised me today, and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about it, about you, before. Having spoken to you now, though, I can see that this could be a very interesting friendship, or… more than a friendship.” He offered a simple smile, his eyes unashamed by his confession. You were sure you wouldn’t be able to muster his courage in a hundred years. He tucked a strand of honey-blond hair behind his ear, his hands falling to the grated table, his fingers twined, thumbs together. “You’re unlike anyone I’ve met before, and I’ve been around for… I’ve been around a lot of places, I’ve met a lot of people. And you… I’d like to know you better, is all.” You grinned, feeling the warmth of your blush paint your cheeks with what you hoped would be a delicate rose, but you knew was, realistically, the most garish display of blood beneath skin to ever grace mankind. You moved to shield your cheeks with your hand, propping yourself up on your elbow.

“I have no idea how to react around you,” you admitted, watching his eyes glow beneath the cover of clouds above, lingering after the earlier rainstorm.

“We can work on that, together,” Jasper whispered, his lips moving to a breathtaking smile, his inquiry picking up where you’d left off in history, creating your own as you went.

Each environmental crisis to be solved so far has been followed up by another one coming along to take its place.
Capitalism will not save the environment, “better companies” marking an alternative will not save the environment, the only thing that will save the environment is the abolition of the capitalist mode of production, not “consuming ethically” from organic companies that are still destroying the environment and killing poor workers.

The Life in the Machine

by reddit user unpatriotic

This story was a top rated story. It’s one of those that make you hit an existential crisis. 

Being a programmer, one of my dreams has always been to create an original video game, something that nobody in the industry has done before.

After seeing Spore, I became intrigued. Here was an attempt at putting people in control over a universe. After looking at what made videogames popular, I realized the main aspect was control.

Keep reading

Some “useless” d&d items I’ve seen that I’ve personally thought up uses for:

Hungry Coin. Looks like a normal gold piece, but causes 1d100 gold pieces around it to vanish each hour. Use: Collapsing the horde of a greedy monster or royal without needing to steal it yourself. Could also be used as an adventure hook–some royal is desperate to catch “a thief” that somehow keeps sneaking into their vaults despite having guards posted inside them and making off with handfuls of gold. The players eventually find the cursed coin, and the rest of the adventure is spent tracking down who put it there.

The Bag of Devouring. A cursed bag of holding that is actually the “feeding orifice of an extradimensional monster,” and consumes all organic matter left inside the bag every once in a while and spits out items it cannot eat ‘into some point of space that renders it irretrievable.’ Use: Garbage disposal. Consumes all organic substances without leaving a trace and spits inorganic objects somewhere you don’t have to deal with it. Disposal of powerful artifacts. Cruel party trick. “Please don’t go rifling around in that bag, all my important stuff is in there!”

Portal Ring. Small, magical ring that connects to a tiny pocket space. When worn on the finger, the finger vanishes as its drawn into the pocket space, impacting the wearer’s manual dexterity somewhat. The ring cannot be made bigger. Use: The pocket space does not have much room, but it can still hold things like tightly rolled scrolls, small pills or stones, writing utensils, sand, and anything else that can fit into its band.

Creepypasta #693: My Creation

Story length: Super long

Being a programmer, one of my dreams has always been to create an original video game, something that nobody in the industry has done before.

After seeing Spore, I became intrigued. Here was an attempt at putting people in control over a universe. After looking at what made videogames popular, I realized the main aspect was control.

People in their daily lives have no control over their environment. They are told what to do, where to go, and how to live. Their jobs consist of standing or sitting somewhere until it’s 5 PM and they’re allowed to head back home. It’s no mystery they’re unhappy.

For many people videogames are an escape to a world where they are in control, or live exciting fake lives filled with adventure. The aspect of control is found in strategy games, the adventure in role playing games generally.

I looked at games like the Sims, and noticed what made them so popular is not just the illusion of control, but the degree of control. You have complete control over people’s lives.

Before the Sims, there was Sim Earth. A game in which you do not control individual people, but an entire Earth! I came to the conclusion that I had to develop a game similar to Spore, in which the player subtly “guides” evolution. What caused Spore to be such a failure is the lack of realistic control people had. It hardly resembled evolution.

To do this, I began by generating a physics system. I know little of physics but decided to study it, and try to create a simplified version in which certain particles can interact, in specific manners. When it comes down to it, physics is simply complex mathematics.

I simulated energy, and matter, and created a simple system, with a sun emitting energy, circled by a planet catching said energy.

I decided to create simple basic cells from scratch, that were “hardcoded” so to speak in the system I was designing. They lived of off the energy emitted by my sun, and had a “genetic” code that coded for the substances produced by the cells. I guess you could call them my eukaryotes.

My world within a few minutes would always fill with these cells, after which they would mutate, and the most efficient cell in converting energy from the sun into useful substances for division would survive. It was very boring, but it worked I guess.

I decided to expand the physics system, and force the cells to create waste products, that were toxic and would kill them. I noticed that some cells responded to this by producing less waste. Others responded by producing something to emit the waste. Yet others developed chemicals to clean up the waste products.

However, I noticed something fascinating. Running the simulation for a few centuries (a few minutes in real life), created cells that made massive amounts of specific waste products on purpose. I noticed that other cells died as a result of this, to which the other cells responded by usurping the building blocks they had created from energy. The first predators were born.

Keep reading