pr department

I wish brooklyn nine nine would center their finale drama around someone else other than jake or captain holt for a change like in season 1 jake went undercover and in season 2 holt got transferred to the PR department and in season 3 jake and holt went into WITSEC in florida 

let’s mix things up in season 4 shall we like what if gina and rosa ran away together and everyone was like hey where did they go

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Lena Luthor wasn’t usually a nervous person.  She could command an audience, she could dominate the boardroom, but right now?  She was panicking.

Honestly, Lena never really thought her friendship with Kara would reach a stage where she was slowly being introduced into the group, one by one.  Maggie had been first.  She and Lena had long since discussed the whole Maggie-arresting-Lena debacle, Maggie spending the better part of ten minutes apologising before Lena could get a word in edgewise.  She and Maggie had hit it off fairly quickly, bonding over their mutual love of Italian cuisine and various scientific magazines.

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CP bachelor AU: part 13

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12

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Laurent bends his legs, pulling his ankles out of direct sunlight and back into the shade of the poolside umbrella. He’s had sunburned feet once in his life, and never plans to repeat it. He throws an annoyed glance at Damen, who is stretched out on the adjacent lounge chair. Damen has spent the last three days turning steadily browner while being very lax about sunscreen.

The villa they’ve rented on the west coast of Santorini has its own pool as well as its own tiny courtyard complete with mosaic floor and fountain. Sunshine off white stone and white paint makes it feel overbright and otherworldly during the day, shimmering with heat and light. Laurent tried for an hour this morning to go over his notes on the Theran eruption and the formation of the caldera, but the heat snuck into his brain, and he can’t make himself mind. He feels looser, and happier, than he ever imagined he could.

The ratings for the show’s finale were unprecedented. With the story of Erasmus and Kallias under their belts, the finale was marketed as an even more shocking twist, and Laurent and Damen have become the new faces of unexpected romance. They’ve been asked to present at the Logies, and to appear on every morning show in the country.

Laurent has never been a celebrity in his own right, nor wanted to. He’s… adjusting.

The most obvious benefit is that Damen’s stock in the eyes of his PR department has shot way, way up, and his father has–after a long talk with both Damen and Laurent, which left Laurent feeling like he’d run a marathon–agreed that Damen will assume control of the company as planned. Theomedes looked like a man who’d already planned the first three years of his luxury retirement and had one impatient foot out the door; he was ready to throw Damen the reins immediately.

Damen promptly turned around and declared that he was leaving the company in the care of his brother Kastor for six months, extending the leave of absence he’d taken to come on the show.

“To do what?” Theomedes demanded.

“This and that,” said Damen, eyes dancing at Laurent. “Expand my horizons. Travel.”

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The Intern

Originally posted by officialwookkibby


Today was the day. It was your first day interning with BigHit so you could bulk up your college applications. You were so excited that you got in to the prestigious scheme. On the way in, all the other interns and yourself included had been talking about how cool it would be if you were assigned to shadow staff from one of their groups. Of course, BTS was on everybody’s minds since who wouldn’t want to be in the same space as them. You all knew it was highly unlikely, since most of you were 17 and right in their fan range. 

You’d probably freak too. 

“Doesn’t Yoongi look amazing there?” Sin-ho, a girl you had met on the way in looked up dreamily at the poster of Min Yoongi, one of the main rappers. He did look amazing, and you couldn’t help the smile form on your face.

“Right, welcome to BigHit Entertainment. This is our second year hiring interns and we’re pleased to offer the opportunity again to the producers and business executives of tomorrow.” A strict looking lady dressed in a grey suit bellowed as you all gathered in a line.

You counted how many of you there were, 6. Wow, to think that out of– 

“6! There are 6 of you who made it here, out of the 600 applications we received. We’ve chosen you because we think you all seem like the most professional, intelligent, well behaved and opportunistic from all applications we received.” You couldn’t hide a smirk creeping up on your face. They chose 6 interns this year because last year, 15 of the 35 that ended up here left work early to hunt down BTS even though they were on tour. From inside sources, it was a nightmare. 

“Let’s lay some ground rules first. 1. Remain respectful at all times. 2. Don’t stray where you’re not suppose to. There will be consequences. 3. Respect the privacy requests of our artists. This means, no fan requests, no taking pictures and absolutely no inappropriateness. “ 

Damn, you thought. You had hoped you could at least get some autographs signed. You reminded yourself you were here for business, it was laced all over your application which is probably why they chose you. You hadn’t mentioned your adoration for BTS at all. 

“Now, I’m going to assign you to your teams. Y/N, Sin-ho and Eun will be working with makeup team 1 in room 2.34…” You listened carefully to be disappointed. 

Make up? 

Did they chose you because your eyeliner was mostly always on point? You wanted to see some real action, how profits grow, accounts rise and heck even seeing what PR do would be cool. But, make-up seriously? It was difficult to hide the disappointment from your face. What was even weirder was that you glanced to Eun and Sin-ho, who looked like they’d just won the lottery. Their eyes were beaming. 

For a guy who looked super masculine too, you were confused by Eun who looked excited. 

Sin ho shot you a smile that couldn’t contain itself, which was a contrast against your sadness. 

The grey suit lady left after giving the other 3 the PR department which you envied, you had now labelled her the  glass ceiling conformer since she assigned you to something so petty. The others were all guys too, and they got PR!

You tried to tell yourself experience was experience, but cleaning make-up brushes. Yeah, that’ll help me doing accounts in college. Bitch. You thought.

“Why are you so sad?! Don’t you know what this means?” Eun practically screamed as you guys started walking to find the room.

“Talking for hours about shades of concealer? I watch youtube tutorials for that.” You said in defeat. 

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170605 UPDATE:

According to the Seoul metropolitan police on June 5, BIGBANG’s T.O.P will be prosecuted without detention for use of marijuana. The rapper already admitted to two instances of smoking marijuana during questioning, although he is denying two additional instances of smoking liquid marijuana, something that will be determined in trial.

Police have also revealed that, in light of the recent marijuana charges, T.O.P was deemed unfit for duty in his current position in the police PR department and will transferred to a different police unit. Though it has yet to be determined where T.O.P will be transferred, it is likely that he will be headed to a more peripheral department located in Yangcheon District.

Following the transfer, as soon as T.O.P receives his official notice of prosecution, he will be removed from his new station in Yangcheon District and sent home, according to police procedure regarding officers under prosecution. Technically, T.O.P will still be considered a conscripted policeman, although his time on standby at home will not count toward his mandatory service.

In the event that T.O.P receives a sentence of over 18 months, he will be forcibly discharged from the military. If his sentence is anything shorter than 18 months, including not guilty, he will finish the remainder of his mandatory service upon his release.

One man tents aren’t meant for sharing

I wanted to write bed sharing. So I did. 

Smut ahoy.

3k words-ish


One man tents aren’t meant for sharing. Neither are sleeping bags. Too bad they don’t have any choice…


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Killian Jones’ rather bony elbow dug into Emma’s back. Wincing, she scowled then retaliated by shoving her icy cold right foot backwards until it was wedged between his bare legs, causing him to mutter profanities under his breath.

Today was such a fucking mess. She was cold, tired and mentally drained from an afternoon of drudging through the forest with… him .

“Swan…” he groaned, the low timbre of his voice cutting right through her body making her gut clench.

“Keep your arms to yourself, buddy,” she snapped, her frown growing deeper.

“Gladly,” he quipped, flopping dramatically onto his stomach. The extra-large sleeping bag that housed the pair lurched in his direction, spinning her onto her back and somehow wedging her arm beneath him.

“Urgh!” she cried, tugging herself free, thanking God and all the stars that the man was at least wearing an undershirt.

He turned his head. Though it was late, it was summer and the night sky still provided enough illumination to see his expression: a smug grin combined with raised eyebrows.

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The important of crowdfunding WADTT.

I try not to spam you guys with information about the Patreon that supports this blog, but in light of the discussions in the last 24 hours about the zoo field I want to talk about why I think it’s so incredibly important that WADTT stay funded by readers. 

What we’ve been talking about on the blog today and yesterday - sanctuary politics, how the zoo field interacts with the animal rights organizations, actual data on contentions animals like white tigers and what it tells - those are topics the animal industry actively avoids talking about to the public. What I do, what I research and write for this blog, not only just doesn’t exist in an official capacity but is for the most part completely disallowed by PR departments. The reason you learn things here and not from zoos, not from sanctuaries, not from the media is because someone up the food chain decided that the public isn’t intelligent enough to make informed choices when presented with accurate, unbiased information. 

I think that’s a really stupid choice coming from an field I love, and I think it’s really insulting to the public, and I think it’s a really great way for zoos to find themselves no longer existing as an industry within my lifetime. So a big part of this blog is pretty much my way of single-handedly attempting to fix that problem. This sort of education is what I want to do for a living, and what I’m trying to currently make my livelihood. 

What that means, though, is that I can’t go get a job in the field to be able to pay rent and continue doing what I do. I haven’t gone back and taken anything more than a volunteer position since I started this blog, because the moment I am a paid face of an institution I am beholden to their PR rules and a good 75% of what I write about could no longer fly. 

And that’s not just the politics - I wouldn’t be able to talk about the basic facts of animal management. I got turned down for a collaboration with an AZA institution a few weeks ago because their PR department was uncomfortable with the fact that I have previously unequivocally stated that ‘the zoo field recognizes enrichment as a necessity and not a luxury because captivity fundamentally inhibits the range of behaviors an animal can express’. This should not be a controversial statement. That’s an acknowledged fact that has been printed in tens of scientific studies dealing with environmental enrichment, including ones conducted at big, well-known zoos. But in this age of animal rights siege and incredible public sensitivity and pseudoscience, this zoo decided it couldn’t even afford the risk of being seen collaborating on a totally unrelated topic with a blog that didn’t completely mimic their acceptable messaging. 

It’s become really clear to me that the only way I can continue to write what I write is if I’m funded by - and therefore only accountable to - my readers. WADTT has upwards of 30,000 followers on tumblr, and I can’t track how much of the animal industry reads what I wrote but I know it’s a lot of people. If you value the content you encounter on this blog, please consider donating to the Patreon. I chose that crowdfunding method specifically because I know a lot of my readers are struggling millennials with unstable financial situations just like me, so it’s a setup that lets you contribute as little as a dollar a month, change your pledge amount at any time, and cancel or reinstate your pledge at any time. I want this to be something accessible for you guys. I write this for you, after all. 

~Rachel

Job Application

To: all US corporations

Re: Reputation management and PR

Hi.  You don’t know me, because I have absolutely no experience in the PR industry, and there are probably thousands of (on paper, at least) more qualified candidates than I am for any PR job you have.

However, in light of recent events and the accusations of [ sexism / racism / ableism / homophobia / transphobia / antisemitism / etc] that have been made against your company or persons associated with your company, and/or your current practices that involve [ police brutality / environmental destruction / etc ] I have several key skills that I believe would make me a good fit for your organization.

First, I have a basic sense of human decency, and I strive every day to at least do the bare minimum to be a good person and a participant in a healthy society.  I take this absolute bare minimum and apply it to everything I do, including things at work.  For instance, when someone makes a sexist joke at work, I say ‘that’s sexist, and not particularly clever’ out loud, in front of the person who made the joke.  As another example, when I fuck up and someone tells me I did, I say ‘damn, I am sorry, I will not do the thing again’ out loud and in public, and hold myself accountable.

Second, I know how to stay in my lane, and would like to help your executives to stay in theirs.  If a problem comes along that I believe would benefit from the voices of those who are marginalized by the problem (read: every problem, always, every time and forever) I would find someone in the PR department or an executive who can speak with that voice, and ask them how we should deal with the problem, and then give them a bonus for sticking with us and doing additional emotional labor on top of their usual work.  If we do not have someone who works for us and can deal with this issue who also comes from the appropriate community, I would ask you why the fuck not and pay a professional consultant three times their going rate just to deal with us, because we are assholes.

Third, please see the attached audio files, where I articulate key statements that have been missing from your campaigns in the past, including:

  • I am personally sorry and the company is working to rectify the problem,
  • We are changing our policies so this does not happen again, and here are the concrete steps as to how,
  • We have fired the employee in question, because ‘suspending’ them is usually a way to get the press off our backs while actually doing nothing,
  • I acknowledge the basic humanity of the person we have wronged, and 
  • while this will not undo the damage here is a substantial settlement that comes without a gag order, because buying silence is pretty gross.

I am willing to work just about anywhere, and for 10% of the collective salaries of people whose fuckups I have to fix on an annual basis, plus expenses.  This includes secondary fuckups like doubling down before calling me.  Any fuckups I have to fix that are a result of you ignoring or contradicting what I say cost the full annual salary of those who fucked up.  Failure to follow through on promises I make in public on behalf of your corporation cost $18 billion each and the right to stand, silently, in your annual meeting making uncomfortable eye contact with every member of the board while I very slowly peel carrots and potatoes with a very sharp knife for as long as I damn well please.

I am willing to work in just about any industry but I reserve the right to laugh, tell you to fuck off, and remind you I have a soul if you’re just too ghoulish to take money from.  You know who you are.

Sincerely, 

Knitmeapony, JD

Actually, I have a fairly good idea of exactly WHY tumblr ads suck so hard,

 and why they’re failing so badly at appealing to youth, and they never seem to be paying attention to the HEAPS OF CRITICISM, even when most all the notes on their sponsored posts are specifically telling them, in detail, why they suck. 

(sorry for the long post)

First of all, they are actually listening. 

My dad works in advertising and graphic design, he’s in this industry, and he certainly listens to me every single time I talk about the memes, the culture of the internet and today’s youth and all the hip things like that. He’s gotta. This is his job, his paycheck really depends on whether or not he knows exactly how to appeal to whatever target audience the company wants him to appeal to. He’s got to be hip on all the memes, internet slang, popular music and media, because if he doesn’t, he’s gonna get replaced by a younger guy fresh out of art school. So you bet your ass he’s gonna listen and pay attention and ask questions whenever his 19-year-old daughter’s talking about DWC, the new game that Blizzard just released, or Hillary Clinton’s pathetic attempts to get the youth vote. 

As you can imagine, everyone in marketing is trying their damned hardest to make sure their content appeals. By this point, they know exactly why content doesn’t appeal, because they’ve analyzed why things do and dont appeal from every possible angle. People literally go to school for this. They attend workshops. 

So if that’s the case, then wtf is happening? 

Why do we get shit like this

spammed all over our feeds? 

Well it’s a bunch of factors, and not all of it is the age of the people making this content. 

See, the internet and social media has actually brought a kind of mini-crisis upon the marketing industry. They have to constantly be appealing to kids these days, or they quickly become irrelevant, uncool. Every day, individual advertisers, and the industry as a whole, has to ask themselves what appeals to this generation, what can they offer that would appeal to the kids these days? 

They’ve got a crisis on their hands right now, because, to put it simply, we all hate advertisements. With a burning passion

And they’ve noticed this, they’ve noticed that internet youth as a whole will go to any possible lengths to avoid ads, that we’ll download extensions, avoid websites, even fucking pay money if it means we won’t have to deal with any goddamn ads, and then when we do see ads, we’ll relentlessly mock them on every possible flaw we can find. 

They had a whole decade to notice their audience’s overwhelmingly negative response to anything that’s trying to sell them shit. They are fully aware how annoying their very existence is to us. 

So right now, what they’re trying to do is make ads that don’t look like ads

The first thing they figured they should do, was that instead of doing banner ads and sidebar ads and video interruptions in your youtube and spotify, they should be doing sponsored posts: write up their ads in post form, put them up on a designated corporate account on a popular social media site, then pay the site to seed those posts on everyone’s feed. There you go. It’s an ad, but it doesn’t look like an ad. Maybe the internet people won’t be as annoyed now, because it’s just a post in their feed, it’s not disrupting their experience in any significant way like other ads do. 

Well, they tried that, and it didn’t work. It didn’t really matter that now it was all in accordance with the natural functions of the site, pretty much all of us could see that this, 

is a fucking ad. That’s a goddamn ad that’s being put on our feeds against our will. Nobody followed fucking Microsoft, why in fuck would we do that? there’s nothing but ads on that account, and who the fuck wants ads? 

So now they have to go back to the drawing board, and figure out another way to make these ads appealing, even though they’re ads and everyone hates ads. 

So the marketing guys noticed how a new meme causes everyone to suddenly gain interest in a new piece of media, and how quickly viral content will spread in general. How, say, all those Doritos and Mountain Dew in MLG montages are basically free advertising, or how the slew of viral videos featuring horse head masks caused the sale of those particular horse head masks to skyrocket, etc etc. 

In the memes, they found a possible solution to this near-impossible conundrum that the industry is trapped in.

Basically, the way to make your ads not look like ads, is to make them look like your average viral content. You have to turn your brand into a meme in order to appeal. 

It was actually probably Denny’s that figured out the formula first, and they’re probably still one of the most successful examples. 

Think about it. Did Denny’s even HAVE to sponsor their posts? Or did we just all willingly reblog them because they were so fuckin weird, and we couldn’t believe a corporation was doing this shit? 

But now here’s the problem, and this is why the ads are failing to appeal, even more than obvious reasons like “they’re all putting existing and outdated memes in their ads, and its really uncreative and out of touch”: 

The problem is there’s no direct interaction with the audience. 

You know how the Denny’s blog answers asks? That’s exactly the sort of thing that’s lacking from all these corporate blogs, that’s why they’re still really obvious adspewers, and thus, why they’re so damn annoying (other than all the piggybacking on outdated memes, ofc). 

Other than Denny’s, I’ve only seen two isolated situations where a corporate blog actually responded to feedback of any kind: 

  1. That one time that a visual novel app actually announced two lesbian love interests in response to someone demanding gay content.
  2. That one time Episode got self-aware and mentioned Tumblr in an ad

The first response garnered actual respect for the app, while Episode’s ad caused everyone to burst into mock panic (which was par for the course, given how their strategy seems to be “become infamous for our wild ads, and maybe someone will be curious to try out our app”). 

Given how most of us will accept ads in the form of “signal boosts” from fellow tumblr users, it’s basically a given that, as a whole, we respond much better once we’re assured there’s an actual genuine person behind the ad, who is sincerely trying to reach out to us. 

So you know, why the fuck do all these marketing blogs, Episode, Battlecamp, Funyuns, Game of War, etc. 

why do they

never

actually

talk to us? 

It’s simple:  

they can’t actually talk to us. 

Corporations have rules, regulations. These advertisers running the marketing accounts aren’t CEOs, they’re not even managers, they’re most likely low-level workers in the midst of the marketing branch of the company, a branch that, for the most part, has to follow the rules of the company, and are under extreme pressure (from company lawyers and the PR department) not to do anything out-of-line. 

Actually responding to asks or reblogs are a huge risk, and the people who command the guys who run these blogs have a bajillion reasons why they don’t want some bloody grunt to go saying whatever the hell they want on the official corporation’s tumblr blog.They could say something off-color and cause a scandal, or they could ruin the company’s professional reputation just by acting like a human being. When they log into that blog, the low-level grunt is supposed to be representing the entire corporation, a body made up of hundreds or thousands of people. You’d better damn well make sure they’re saying the right thing.

Running the official Denny’s blog probably takes a very organized and deliberate effort, along with a hella lot of risk, all to make those weird posts, reply to asks, even to figure out the perfect blend of surrealism and mundanity, while at the same time ensuring their product actually looks appealing. it probably takes a whole team to run that blog, if we’ll be honest. There’s probably 10 mods, who all have to be in close contact with not only each other, but with the boss. The boss has to trust them to not fuck up. It probably took a lot of careful planning and communication in order to figure out a stable system for all that. 

Episode couldn’t make a response to tumblr that wasn’t formatted like one of their usual ads, and they only made their (pseudo) response after a string of increasingly weirder ads convinced them that such a daring move like mentioning tumblr wouldn’t be a total disaster (well, more like convinced them that “total disaster” is something that should actually be their marketing ploy from now on).

Kisses and Curses (the aforementioned paranormal romance app) obviously was planning the female love interests already, and saw in that single comment a good opportunity to officially announce them. They also are most likely a smaller company, probably a single team that’s doing double duty on both content creation and marketing, giving them much less red tape if they wanted to answer a question like “but do the lesbians die,” or model future content after the desires of their target audience. They have a lot more freedom to be human, is what I’m trying to say. 

And while it’s fully possible that something can reach viral status and be beloved as a brand without having to respond directly to their audience, it’s pretty impossible to intentionally pull that sort of thing off, especially when you’re advertising a product or service. That kind of viral fame depends on being unexpected and unexplained, an enigma, really, and as a result, any strategy you find that actually works will only ever work the first time. The second person who tries the same thing will be labeled an obvious copycat.

TL;DR: the field of advertising is struggling to figure out how to adapt to an audience that hates the very existence of ads, and their only strategy is to make their ads less and less ad-like, and make their marketing accounts more like actual users and content creators. 

However, due to the structure and size of the companies themselves, they can’t actually do that. Fully committing to their emulation of content creators would mean they’d have to let the employees who run these blogs freely respond to their audience, and actively communicate with them. That’s a risk that no company is fully willing to take, and thus, all these advertisers are forced to make shitty content bandwagoning off the latest trends, and cross their fingers that someone finds the mess appealing on an ironic level. 

Everyone’s pretty much stuck between a rock and a hard place, and the only way out of the shitty ads is to literally redefine the whole concept of marketing, because we just flat-out hate all ads nowadays, no matter what they are or how they come to us.  

Alright since I’m never going to get over buff Bitty here we go again.

Other than the older members of the Bitty Baking fandom, most people view Eric as this sweet somewhat soft delicate flower. They have almost no knowledge that he played division one hockey on a scholarship (and I’m never getting over the head canon that he makes captain his senior year). He may not be at his top physical shape after he graduates from Samwell, but he’s still pretty built.

One day after Jack and Bitty are out, Jack gets roped by the PR department into doing one of those “day in the life” things. It’s on the Falcs snapstory or even Jack’s Instagram story but either way it cause a bit of a stir because Jack normally doesn’t do more than occasionally post aesthetic Instagram posts. Jack starts out documenting his workout routine fairly early in the morning. Most of the videos include this blonde guy working out with him. They’re working out together and Blonde Guy is doing inclined sit ups. He’s there doing vertical push ups. He’s doing some terrifyingly athletic splits and stretches. Blonde Guy is almost as impressive as Jack.

It isn’t until Bitty appears later in the day that people realize that Athletic Blonde Guy is actually cute little, sweater and khaki wearing Eric “Bitty” Bittle. Almost everyone is shook. Someone brings it up in an interview. Jack just goes “yeah, Bittle used to be a competitive figure skater and we played division one hockey together, we still work out together” and leaves it at that. People are still have difficulty connecting the cute little baker with the guy who regularly works out with an NHL player. 

flatwoulds  asked:

Hi! I have to write an essay on Animal Exploitation in circuses/seaworld and such for one of my classes, and most of the sources I try to find are from PETA or affiliates of PETA. Do you know of any good articles or sites where i can get some accurate information from? thank you!

Hmmm. So, I looked through your blog to try to get a sense of where you’re coming from, and it seems like you’re in high school - which means that I’m going to base this response on the assumption that your teacher gave you a purposefully anti-captivity assignment (which is something I’ve seen more and more teachers going, and which is super frustrating because it only allows students to look at one side of a major controversy and then expects you to prove one side true). If you’ve got the flexibility to change your thesis a little bit (for example, to investigating if a company is exploitative instead of arguing that they are) I would highly suggest doing that, because you’ll find way more information and have a much more interesting paper at the end of it. I

I don’t know how much your school has taught you yet to think critically about sources, but it’s worth noting that the sources you can find on a topic will tell you something about the political / real world context of that topic. You said you’ve been looking up sources for animal exploitation in various contexts, and all you’re coming up with is results from extremist groups who are known for lying and manipulating information. If there’s nothing that shows up on a couple of other cursory google searches, that tells you something - in this case, it hints that no definitive answer on the topic exists, and more importantly, that either there isn’t enough research for people to publish or nobody not an extremist group supports the stance you’re looking at strongly enough to publish about it. This is something you can talk to your teacher about - any good teacher will listen to ‘hey I can’t actually find reliable sources for this, what do you want me to do’ if you can back it up with sources about how PETA and animal rights extremist groups and how they manipulation (there are lots of these, you can start with the website petakillsanimals as a jumping off point, but I would use what they talk about to find news articles or other pieces on the same topics because they’re also a radical, biased source). 

There’s also not going to be a lot of publications on the other side of the issue - things defending no, these places aren’t exploitative. That’s partially because it’s a super nuanced issue, and it’s also because the non-research parts of the animal world are just not academic in nature. People are generally working with animals rather than writing about them, and the publications that do occur tend to be focused at other members of the field rather than communicating with the public (that’s the job of the PR departments, apparently, and it’s stupid and they’re doing a really bad job of educating people which is partly why this blog exists). So the question then becomes: how do you find more sources and viewpoints on the topic when the specific issue you’re looking to learn about isn’t one that gets published on directly?

Here’s where I suggest you start. If you’re going to talk about something being exploitative, you have to define what exploitation is and why something is exploitative. Generally with animals, the arguments people use to back up claims of abuse or exploitation are low welfare, being under human control / used for human wants, not being in nature (with the assumption nature is nicer and better for animals), that sort of thing. I’d start looking into Seaworld or Ringling or whomever you’re focusing on with an eye to those issues - do the animals have good welfare? Has it been studied? If not, are the similar studies with that species or another species in the same environment? I’d look into some animal ethics, stuff about human use, and definitely look into the differences between the lives of animals in the wild vs in captivity in terms of average lifespan, injury, reproduction, that sort of thing. You can absolutely search the archive of this blog (use the search bar on the blog page, not the tags, because then you can search the text of posts) to get an idea of where to start. 

Now, you’re in high school, so I can’t imagine your teacher is expecting you to be reading academic publications - they’re dense and hard to get ahold of. So, where do you find this information? Sadly, I don’t think this blog will count as a primary source for most teachers. So, you have a couple options. You can get on google scholar and start plugging in keywords until you find authors who seem like they’re writing on what you’re looking for, and then search their name to find out if they’ve written books - those will generally be written for the public and be much easier to read. You can also get a list of what information you’re looking for and some keywords and talk to your librarian for help. 

When you’re using these sources, just remember - look up the author. Look up their political associations and memberships and see if they have a bias on the topic. Bias doesn’t mean that you can’t or shouldn’t use them as a resource, but it’s something to take into consideration when developing conclusions or when trying to figure out why statements between sources are contradictory. 

Good luck!

rday112358  asked:

What kind of websites would be slowed down? What's the point of net neutrality, in the head of the FCC's mind?

Startups would likely suffer the most in a world without net neutrality rules preventing Internet Service Providers (ISPs) from blocking, throttling, or prioritizing certain Internet traffic. Contrary to what you’re now hearing from their corporate PR departments, ISPs have admitted that they want to be able to charge websites to communicate with ISP customers and block those that don’t or can’t pay. Naturally, cash-strapped startups are going to have a hard time paying such fees. And, because allowing ISPs to charge tolls would increase the cost of launching a web company, investors would be less likely to fund new companies. Paid prioritization programs whereby a company pays an ISP for faster service would similarly hurt startups, since larger incumbent companies can outbid smaller websites for prioritized access, leaving new companies in the proverbial slow lane. Studies on user behavior show that even very small differences in speed can have a serious impact on the viability of a new website. Startups that directly compete with ISP’s in-house services (such as video streaming) are among the most vulnerable in the event of a rollback of net neutrality, since ISPs will be sure to give their own services priority treatment. The aggregate effect of all this will likely be a reduction in startup activity, particularly in bandwidth-intensive services like video streaming and online gaming. Net neutrality rules prevent ISPs from engaging in these practices and and allow startups to compete on the quality of their products, not their capacity to pay tolls.

WIthout net neutrality, ISPs would be able to slow down – or outright block – any sites or apps that compete with their business interests, or entire categories of content like all streaming services, or all video, crypto, or gaming. The biggest ISPs in the country are also huge media companies. Comcast owns or invests in companies like MSNBC, Vox media, and Buzzfeed. Verizon owns Yahoo media. There would be nothing stopping them from slowing down sites that compete with their own business interests. The Chairman of the FCC is a former Verizon lawyer. He buys into the industry mindset that net neutrality prevents Verizon and other ISPs from charging sites and apps for privileged treatment, and is therefore bad.

All the Family I Require

I actually managed to write a fic for this day! Thanks very much to @graciecatfamilyband for reading through. All grammar mistakes are her fault.

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Leia sat back in her office chair and rubbed her eyes. She’d forgotten her glasses at home that morning and trying to read without them wasn’t helping her headache at all. She’d left a message on Han’s comm link asking him to pretty please bring them to her if he wasn’t too busy, but she hadn’t heard back.

Unfortunately, today was her scheduled no-meetings day, when all her responsibilities consisted of sitting in her office, reading briefings, handling correspondence, and writing.

There were aspirin in the drawer, and she took a few, hoping to get her blooming headache under control. It hadn’t started with the glasses, though—it had started when she walked through the doors of the office building and found the press corral full of nosy people.

Every so often, when the press ran out of actual news to report, they’d start bothering the well-known figures, the celebrities, the scientists, the politicians. Today had been her day (or definitely not her day, depending on how you looked at it) and she’d been hounded with questions left and right—and never questions about policy or her work or anything important—personal questions that they had no business asking.

“Ambassador, will we see you at the Senatorial Gala next week?” Why no, actually, that is a ball for senators, she sniped in her head.

“Do you care to comment on recent allegations of your husband’s infidelity?” Who’s Han cheating on me with this time, Chewie, or Luke? They’d had a good laugh last week in the supermarket check-out line when Han had spotted a poorly doctored picture of he and Lando in embrace splashed across the covers of several tabloids.

“Princess, tell us, are there plans for children in your future? Or have you forgone that avenue due to your bloodline?”

That question had almost made her pause in the hallway. She’d clenched her jaw closed and continued on to the elevators, leaving the press in the lobby to bother other people.

“You know, Your Highness, it wouldn’t hurt to give them an answer on that one. You and Captain Solo have been married for quite some time. The fact that you don’t have children makes people wonder if your marriage is…well, stable. If maybe you’re not as happy as you seem,” said the lady from PR. “And, if it’s a matter of not…not being able to, well, I’m sure you could help console many couples across the galaxy suffering from the same malady,” she’d encouraged. It had taken Leia nearly a full minute of composing herself not to just scream before dismissing the woman quickly.

There’d been a communique from the woman after about an hour with the subject line, ‘Why Happy Couples Should Have Children’, and Leia didn’t bother trying to struggle through it without her glasses.

 Her office door slid open and Leia cracked an eye open: Han. He held up her glasses.“I think I love you,” she said.

He raised his other hand, which held a what appeared to be a large grava-berry milkshake from her favorite fast-food place: a sure-fire way to help calm a headache.

“I definitely love you,” Leia amended, sitting up. He came around behind her desk and set both items on her desk, leaning down to kiss her slowly.

“Hectic morning?” he asked, his warm hands lingering on the back of her neck and momentarily easing the throbbing behind her eyes.

“How did you know?”

“Isn’t it always?” Han replied, straightening a bit. Leia quirked an eyebrow in agreement and took a long sip of her milkshake, feeling instantly better.

“Can I ask you something purely hypothetical?” she asked, leaning back to look up at his handsome face.

“Sure.”

“Do you think we’d have been happier now if we had kids?”

He seemed surprised by her question, and brought his hand to sweep pensively over his jaw while he thought through his answer.

“I’m pretty happy just bein’ you and me, Sweetheart,” he finally said. “We always talked about it bein’ that way, but we can talk about it again if you want,” he offered. “Are you–are you not happy?

“No, no, I’ve never been happier. It’s just…well, the PR department would appreciate it I disclosed our reason for not having a family. I just got a bantha-shit communique about it. They act like we’re committing a grievous crime because we don’t want to pop out a kid.”

“We are a family,” Han countered, a serious look on his face. Leia smiled a bit, feeling her anger abate just slightly as a fresh wave of love for him crashed over her. “What they say don’t matter, does it?”

“No. I was thinking, I suppose, about why that matters to anyone. People always say they never knew they could love their spouse as much as they do until after they have a baby, but I love you more and more every day even without a child,” Leia said. “ The number of children a couple does not correlate to how happy they are.”     

“If it were, you ‘n me’d have more kids than we knew what to do with,” Han teased. Leia giggled.

“That’s very true. Their second statement makes sense, I suppose. If we wanted children but couldn’t, talking about it could bring light to something that many couples face but cannot talk about,” she acquiesced. Han nodded in agreement. “I don’t know where this is all coming from, Han. I’m sorry to keep you from work so long,” she apologized.

“It’s alright, Sweetheart,” Han assured, rubbing her arm.

“It just makes me angry that they refuse to consider us normal because we don’t want to have a kid,” she continued. “We’re stuck being those weird couples in all the holos that have 14 exotic pets or are really…into aerobics or have an apartment full of Chandrilan crystal.”

“Well, maybe that means they’ll just leave us alone,” he soothed, leaning down to kiss her.

“It still makes me angry,” Leia muttered, standing to ease the angle of their kiss. “They asked about Vader,” she murmured. Han stopped his movement and leaned back, putting his hands on her shoulders and looking at her with concern.

“Sweetheart…”

“I’ve never wanted kids. Not even before I found out about him. I hate that they try to make everything about him.”

“I know.” They were silent for a moment, standing and soaking up the other’s presence. “Do you want to tell people? I’ll admit I ain’t crazy about the idea, but if they’re asking you about that, it might be best to just…get it all out. Like you said about the…other thing. It might show people that some folks can be happy without kids by choice,” Han offered.

“That’s not a bad idea. We can’t be the only couple in the galaxy who just doesn’t want children,” she chuckled.

“We can think about it,” he recommended.

“I like the sound of that,” she agreed. He slipped his hand up into her newly-short hair, finding the tight spot at the origin of her headache and applying pressure. She groaned and snuggled into him.

“Tell you what. If you come home early, I’ll help you get rid of that headache,” Han offered, rubbing her scalp with his fingers.“What do you have in mind?” she asked.            

“Hmm…I’ve heard that not-makin’-a-baby can be real good for headaches—both now, and for the next 18 years and nine months,” he teased in a low rumble into her ear. Leia shivered.        

“Deal.”     

    00    

A month later, the press was back in the lobby. She heard the typical questions regarding Han’s fidelity, her current projects, and even one about her haircut. 

“Your highness, last month you denied comment on your decisions to have a family with Captain Solo. Leia turned toward the reporter.

“I have a family with Captain Solo: myself, and him. That is all the family either of us requires.”
consultingdivergentmermaid replied to your post “Do not take, share or search for photos of BTS wherever they are.”

what happened on bonvoyage or whatever she said?? (i have only been here since September 2016)

I answered an ask that was sent in about this here in very brief detail. I am on my laptop now, so I am going to try to expand on this.

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BED TO LIE IN {part 2 of LIES}

Laying in bed and letting your mind wander, it was the best medicine. Life had been insane since you started working at BigHit and you never took vacations, so it was actually nice to have a few days to yourself. You had turned off your phone enraged by Namjoon’s comments and closed your laptop once you had gotten home, but now it had been a few days and you were relishing in the feeling of having nothing to do.

You looked at your phone, sitting on top of your laptop, black with lack of power, and you reached for it. Turning it on for the first time in a few days, it began buzzing and ringing to life, you watched with wide eyes as the messages and emails kept coming in.

Alright so in 3 days I’ve gotten 78 text messages, 17 voicemails, and 102 emails. You tsked and looked through. Well without spam, that’s 56 emails. You continued to go down the line of emails, answering questions from various coworkers, informing managers of upcoming events, and releasing information to the PR department. Alright. Voicemails. You said to yourself and took a breath. Listening, you began laughing.

Tell her we miss her, pabo. Jin could be heard in the background as Namjoon sighed.

Y/N, I’m sorry that you took my comments the wrong way. He started but an audible smack could be heard.

YOUR COMMENTS WERE WRONG, SHE DID NOTHING WRONG! Jimin yelled at Namjoon as he sighed.

I’m sorry I made those comments. Namjoon said reluctantly and you laughed as you continued to listen.

Some of the messages were from your coworkers who thought you had died or gotten terminally ill. You sighed and shook your head at their ability to jump to conclusions. Then you heard a familiar voice.

Hey, Y/N. Hobi said, but he wasn’t as cheery. Just wanted to say that I’m sorry about what Yoongi hyung said. I know that it’s not my fault, but I hate to think you’re upset over something stupid like that. Yoongi hyung doesn’t always see what is happening around him, he gets super defensive even if he doesn’t have any leg to stand on. So please, don’t take what he said to heart. Hobi stopped for a moment and took a deep breath before continuing. If it’s worth anything, I think you’re amazing. You bring so much light and happiness, and organization, to the group. We used to seem aimless before you, and now I don’t think any of the guys know what to do without you, especially me. He added and then hesitated again. Well, I should go, but I HOPE to hear from you soon. See what I did there? Bye, Y/N.

You chuckled at his little joke and looked at your phone. Going to his number on your contacts, you hit call. A few rings later and you were sent to voicemail.

This is Hobi, if you are calling for business reasons, please direct that to Bang PD or our assistant Y/N. You looked at the phone. You had no idea that he had put your name in his voicemail messages. Any other messages can be left after the beep and I will definitely try to call back ASAP. You heard his cheery voice say and you giggled again. *beep*

Oh, hey, Hobi. I just thought I would call and say thank you. I turned off my phone for the past few days to just sort of recoup, but I just listened to your message and it really made me smile. You always know what to say to make me feel better. Anyway, I HOPE you’re having a good day. See what I did there? Ha-ha. Well anywhooo, have a great day and talk to you later. Bye, Hobi! You ended the call and smacked the phone to your head.

‘I HOPE you’re having a good day?’ Who the hell are you? You asked yourself and groaned. I guess I should tackle texts. You began to skim the messages. Most were from the group message you had with BTS, they were all asking where you were, how you were, and what you were doing. You had to smile at their persistence. As you continued to scroll, you saw a number that never usually texted you, pop up.  

Since you’re gone, does this mean I take over? – MS

You rolled your eyes. Mi Sun was technically the highest ranked coordinator and whenever you were gone, she had the ability to take control. You were about to respond when a text suddenly came in.

Hobi said you called. Can you call me immediately? – MY

You looked at the text and sighed. You didn’t want to talk to Yoongi, your heart was still reeling from his confession about Mi Sun, but there was a side of you that wanted to hear his voice. Pressing the call button, it only took a ring for him to answer.

Y/N, hey. He whispered which made you confused.

Hey, what’s up? You asked, and after a long pause Yoongi responded.

You need to come back … now. He muttered and you squinted your eyes in confusion.

Yoongi, are you being held hostage or something? You’re whispering and that’s not like you. What the hell is going on over there? You asked and he was quiet yet again.

You were right about Mi Sun, just come back. You shook your head at his reply.

This is kind of what you wanted, Yoongi. You responded and Yoongi huffed.

I just admitted I was wrong! He exclaimed.

Yoongi oppa, are you on the phone? You heard Mi Sun ask in the background and Yoongi sigh.

I have business that I’m working on, go bug someone else. He replied in a cold tone and there was a pause.

Yooooongi oppppaaaaaa. You heard Mi Sun whine and you tried not to gag. Don’t be so mean to meeeee. She continued to whine and you rolled your eyes.

Yoongi, I have to go, have fun. I will make sure she is supervised by the managers and if she gets out of hand, I will come back, but right now, this is your problem. Like I said, don’t come crying to me when this backfires. You hung up the phone and high fived yourself.

AND THAT’S HOW WE FUCKING DO THIS! You exclaimed as you sat back down. Grabbing yourself a celebratory bowl of ice cream, you sat down on the couch and enjoyed not having to deal with the petty problems that BTS brought into your life.

On the other side of town, Yoongi was thoroughly regretting everything he had ever thought about Mi Sun. Since you had left, Mi Sun had taken over and was the most obnoxious, self-centered, and unreliable assistant the group had ever seen. She had already forgotten to make sure that wardrobe was prepared for a show and didn’t have a car to shuttle them to an interview, and it had only been 3 days. Mi Sun spent a majority of the time complaining about her problems, that weren’t so much problems as they were simple every day issues that people ran into. And to top it all off, the guys all blamed Yoongi for Mi Sun’s horrible work ethic.

Yoongi sighed and looked at the black screen of his phone. Hobi walked up to him with hope written on his features.

Is she coming back? He asked and Yoongi simply shook his head.

To paraphrase, I made the bed, now I have to lie in it. Yoongi replied and Hobi’s shoulders fell.

I was really hoping you would be able to talk her into it. Hobi said before turning and giving a thumbs down to the rest of the group, who grumbled in annoyance.

As they all dispersed to finish up on their own things, Hobi clicked on the voicemail once more. He smiled at your voice as it rang through his headset and chuckled at your joke. His finger hovered over the call back button, when Jimin and Jungkook clapped him on the back and asked him for help with their routine. He put his phone in his pocket with a self promise to call you back once he was done.

citricbattery  asked:

Why would PR departments withhold information from the public? That shouldn't be allowed, imo.

It’s done with good intentions (at zoos at least, which I’m assuming is what your question is related from) but ends up working out really badly because it basically censors important information that should absolutely be communicated the public. 

PR departments exist to create and further the brand of the zoo, right? That means they want all messaging coming out of the institution to match whatever the zoo has decided their specific brand is. A lot of times that means keepers aren’t allowed to publish things about the zoo as representatives of the zoo without going through PR to make sure it’s “on message.” Unfortunately, a lot of PR departments a) don’t really understand a lot about actual animal care and b) are so focused currently on mitigating anything potentially negative or that can be misinterpreted that they never approve of keepers writing about the realities or their job or edit it into oblivion. A lot of keepers end up getting frustrated, I think, by how restricted they are and they stop trying. As a result, the PR people are left to do animal messaging… which is where that whole ‘lack of having worked with animals directly’ really becomes a problem… and what the public really wants to know is often what PR folk discount as inappropriate or off-brand messaging. 

this is for @ilgaksu who fed me ideas in the night like i’m some kind of fic-writing gremlin. this can be considered a spiritual sequel to this

“This is your fault,” Andrew says in Russian, utterly impassive as he watches yet another nameless minion scuttle across the living room set. Said minion, feeling Andrew’s gaze on him, scuttles faster.

“You agreed to this,” Neil reminds him, like he hasn’t just been thinking the same thing in Andrew’s direction.

Kerry, the reporter, looks between them. “I hope you’re saying something sweet right now.”

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the shrunkyclunks soulmate au

so snippeting your big bang is a thing now. I’m actually working on two stories, but this one is more fun, so here, have a snippet. @sbbsnippets

His ma makes a disparaging noise, “Can’t believe they’re replacing Steve Rogers! Unbelievable!”

Captain America is the hometown hero. Everyone in Brooklyn has a relative or a friend of a relative who went to school with him or sang in his barbershop quartet or marched in strikes he was a part of. Brooklyn holds Steve Rogers close and tight. Hell, his ma works at Steve Rogers Memorial high school in Brooklyn Heights.

“Of course, everyone’s been wondering about the man toting Captain America’s shield. Theories have ranged from credible to wildly absurd, but a statement has just been released from Stark Industries PR department! The story is difficult to believe, but all facts have been validated by the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. According to the press release, the new Captain America is in fact, not new at all. S.H.I.E.L.D claims that this is the very same Steve Rogers who saved the world some 70 odd years ago.”

“That’s bullshit,” Bucky’s dad says, surprising him. Dad is usually the quiet one, the subdued one, hardly ever swears in front of any of ‘the kids’. He kinda gapes at him and his dad blushes, “I’m sorry. But do they really expect us to believe that?”

“It sounds impossible!” The news woman says, shaking her head, sending perfectly coiffed curls swinging. She feigns wide eyes and a shocked expression. “But apparently, when Captain America crashed the Valkyrie, saving the entire eastern seaboard, the water was so cold it preserved him. That, along with Erskine’s famous serum, saved Steve Rogers. He was discovered and woken up by S.H.I.E.L.D scientists in April.”

Bucky’s ma’s hand goes tight around his.

“Bucky,” she hisses, looking at him with wide eyes. “Bucky, do you think - could it -”

“It can’t be,” Bucky protests. “Soulmates are never more than 15 years apart - it’s not -”

“He was preserved. He was only 27 when he went under,” Bucky’s dad whispers. Both his parents have his hands in tight grasp. “And if he was frozen - all those years. It makes sense.”

“And your hypothermia stopped,” Bucky’s ma continued, “It stopped, right when they said he woke up. That’s - that’s not a coincidence.”

Bucky’s heart is pounding in his chest. He - he can’t believe it. How could Steve Rogers be his soulmate? He’s just - he’s just a kid from Brooklyn, not anybody special.

But it makes so much sense.

It explains the chronic hypothermia, the bruises that heal too quick, his aches and pains during the Battle of New York.

It even explains why none of the private eyes they hired ever found him.

And deep down, Bucky knows. It’s right, down in the marrow of his bones. The place where the cold came from for so many years sings with it and Bucky finds himself beaming.

“Ma! Ma! My soulmate!” He’s crushed in a sudden hug between his parents.

“Mazel tov Bucky,” his ma whispers in his ears. “I’m so happy for you.” He can feel her tears on his neck and he hugs her a little harder. His parents have been waiting for this even longer than he has, every year a little more afraid that he’d spend the rest of his days fighting the cold, alone with a disastrous mirror syndrome that would never let him be warm.

He feels so warm now, pressed between his parents, all kinds of warm.

“My soulmate,” Bucky mumbles again, disbelieving. “I’m gonna meet my soulmate.”