price equation


Bad breeder warning:
Ricky Cooper

Doesnt quarantine and has stated several times that he’s into breeding for the money. Also equates the price tag of an animal with its overall worth, despite the fact it is a living thing. Apparently to him, a $30 snake is “junk”

i usually try to keep these types of posts professional… but what a piece of shit.

please reblog this everywhere.

Fluff Friday Rusted

(I’m super late and super sorry)

“I’ve never seen a synthetic rusted over before.”

Sakura drew up the bottom of her face scarf and narrowed her eyes over the edge. “That’s because they don’t. This one’s been damaged and parts have been replaced with subpar metal works.”

Kain didn’t draw up her face scarf but let it flap under her chin, unbothered by the grains of granting sand that occasionally would fly her way. It was windy in the Country of Wind, but not that windy. “He must have been terrible if someone chose to patch him up like that instead of take him to an Industry facility.”

Sakura looked over at her friends with tired eyes. “Don’t joke.”

Karin scratched at the corner of her skin. “They have to have something here they could use.”

“Not since their open rebellion against the Country of Fire. Here’s a bite of history for you if integrating is truly something you want, when our enemies tried to bring us down we made sure they couldn’t stand up again. In retaliation my father’s units raised the lands and destroyed all advanced technologies. It’s taken them years to scrape together this much.”

“I thought your teammate and the new Wind Leader are friends. Isn’t Naruto gonna do something about this then?”

Sakura didn’t answer right away. They were standing across the street in the market while the rest of the world flowed around them like fish in a current. She was still staring at the red haired synthetic unit with the one bad arm made out of metal and rust that likely wasn’t even connected to any rural circuitry. From the elbow down it was an ugly sight that reminded her a little too well of her own war scars.

The androids face found her and didn’t look away. Parts of him were ugly and rusted, but he had the face of an angel.

She was crossing the street before she knew what she was doing. The seller wrapped up in ugly tan rags smiled through the folds to see her approach and jumped in front of his unit to snag her attention. “Only the finest for exotic beauties such as yourself, pretty lady. Behold the sweet spices of a desert land.” He then went off of a rave about the different spices that would cure her love life, bring her fertility, stimulate her acuity, heal a sore throat, and keep her young. Suna was nothing if not sexist at its core.

The redhead watched her without blinking the entire time Either he lacked the emotional intelligence that synthetics were famous for, or he knew he was being unsettling and didn’t care. It was hard to place his year or model, since he seemed so customized.

“It smells.”

Karin’s voice broke into Sakura’s senses and she turned to see her friend working the seller with her usual routine. When bartering, Karin didn’t bother to try and hide the fact that she had money, but complimented it with a disdain that managed to middle prices down to suit her needs.

“Is there truly something here you might need?” Sakura sighed, walking over to stand behind Karin’s shoulder and look out to the market road.

“I’m looking, such,” Karin playfully hissed, smacking her friend lightly. Sakura let her. It was all part of the act. After a few minutes of haggling Karin managed to get a price she liked for the tea spices that was a deal to both parties.

The man was scooping the dried spices into a silk bag for her when he looked to Sakura and asked, “And what does your heart desire?”

Sakura was about to tell him goodbye or maybe just walk away, but the glint of light on gold metal made her stop. “I want that AMD chip around your neck.”

She had said it so casually he didn’t miss a beat tying up the silk bag, but once the words registered his hands stopped. Slowly, greedy little eyes looked up to her and she knew he was willing to sell.

“Oh, that will cost you.”

“I’m sure it will, but you’re over pricing the hunk of junk if he’s already missing visible parts. Do you even know his make and model?”

“He’s pre war, but not by much. He was part of the last line we ever put out, the most advanced!”

Sakura studied the synthetic carefully, tilting her head to one side and playing up her inspection. She let her eyes run over his form and then trail away as if she had seen all of him and found herself wanting. “That may be the case, but that was an entire generation ago. We’ve made leaps and bounds in technology since then. What was his designation?”

“He was a custom model.”

Karin snickered behind Sakura. “With a face like that he was probably a love model.”

Sakura wanted to roll her eyes. He had a pretty face, but he was way too stern and unnerving for such sensitive work.

“You don’t have a certificate of imprint?” Sakura asked, glancing to the chip on a chain around the man’s neck.

“Don’t need one. He needs this and it’s just as good if you’ve got it on you.” The old man grinned wide. “So, what’s he worth to you.”

“Probably not what you want or him considering the models we can get back in our country.”

Karin huffed, “You mean the models you can get. Some of us still don’t pass the bar exam yet.”

Owning synthetics in the Land of Fire was rare due to the fact that only specific, qualified individuals could keep them. Sakura was highly qualified in her position so close to the Hokage, but she had never taken one for herself.  Last she checked, she qualified for a total of four units, but that was many months ago. It might have gone up again.

“He’s not built with the silly safeguards you’re so insistent on. He’s from the golden age in the golden country,” the man went on. “He’s worth 1,000,000 ryō to me.”

“I’m sure he is, but that’s what we get paid for S Class missions and you must think too highly of me for that. I’ll do…sixty for him.”

“You insult me.”

It begun and between the two of them the back and forth banter last a total of fifteen minutes with plenty of pro and cons being thrown out all while the unit sat, without speaking or moving. Finally Sakura got him down to 85 and that was only after she pulled out that much money and showed it to him. That was a lot of money to be carrying around in Suna and  it might have made him think her foolish for it, if not for the fact that she equated his price with an S Class Mission. That factoid had flavored the tone of negotiations favorably for her.

He took the money greedily and handed over the card. “Have fun.”

Sakura held onto the chip and looked up at the unit. He still didn’t blink. “What’s your name?” she asked.

It was a heartbeat later before he answered. “Sasori of the Red Sand.”

“Sasori, it’s nice to meet you. Will you come with me now?”


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I don’t do the things I want to do, and I’m actually sorry about the inconvenience. (A failure of doing does not mean a failure of wanting to)

The problem of directing one’s attention, when having attention-regulation problems such as ADHD, isn’t limited to the boring things in life, as many people seem to think.

In fact, it’s almost harder directing attention when it comes to things I want to do but which isn’t currently where my attention happens to be directed at the moment. I will at times get stuck sorting laundry almost obsessively when I had planned on doing something I was looking forward to, such as answering a friend’s message, write or just sit down and read fanfic. I would rather do those things than do the laundry, really, but unfortunately, my brain seems to be stuck on the laundry, and I can’t get it to switch into a writing mode, or to focus enough to abandon what it’s doing, or the thought of doing something else. Which is why paying bills is sometimes easier than watching a TV show or I’ll sometimes spend half a day researching wallpaper when I really wanted to colour my hair or chat with a friend. Often, these problems will get worse when I’ve spent a lot of time directing my focus earlier that day/week. It’s a limited resource, the ability to direct one’s focus. I might still have focus left when I run out of ability to direct it, and that frequently leads to some rather interesting activities that I had no intention of doing that day, but that I now suddenly perform with quite a bit of focus, unable to redirect it something else I want to do. It’s a constant source of frustration for both me and the people around me. Because I might say I want to do something with a friend, and then end up writing fic instead, or I’ll say I’ll write fic and end up sketching out a new work project instead. And while I, as a person, is someone who loves to finish things, to do things methodically, empirically and thoroughly, that’s not at all how I act outside of work, because I can’t. I, as a person, is loyal, want to do good and likes order in the chaos. But like my URL implies, I mostly end up with just chaos, and I have had to learn to try to embrace it, hence the ‘sincerely chaos’. Because it might not be in line with my long-term goals or who I want to be, and it might actually disable me from doing what I really want to do in life, but it is what I’ve got to work with.

Frequently, this seems very nonchalant. I might promise to do something for a friend, something that I will enjoy doing, nonetheless, and end up… doing something completely different. And it’s not like I spend the time I was supposed to do the thing in bed, resting, or even doing something useful that needs to be done. Instead, I might repaint furniture or hang out with friends or binge watch a show, so I can’t honestly say that it was due to more important things or lack of time I failed to do the thing for three weeks. There’s no excuse, really. Not one that makes sense.

Because how do you explain that doing what you say you enjoy sometimes costs too much energy when you apparently have the energy to write five ficlets, go to a social event, try out five new crafts and work two extra shifts during the same time? How do you explain that in terms of self-regulation of attention, those things might be almost free of charge, because they happened because of poor impulse control or because that’s where your focus just happened to fall or because the were Novel and therefore act like drugs on your brain?

You can’t, not really, and so guilt begins to enter the equation. Guilt over acting like shit by not answering people, over not doing what you promised and want to do. And when guilt enters the equation, the price in terms of self-regulation of attention goes up like crazy. Because now it’s not just failing to do so, now it’s also aversion of thinking about something that makes you feel guilty. The chances of actually doing what you want to do are now minimal. The chances of you cleaning every surface of your home seems very good in comparison. It’s like when you have a test coming up, and suddenly your home is spotless. Except this is how it always is. And you can’t really explain that. You don’t want to apologise to someone by telling them that the thing you said you wanted to do for them is now causing you extensive guilt. And you don’t tell someone that the reason you didn’t reply is because you find it easier to work five extra hours. It’s just not… good.

So what does this behavior say about my intentions, my desire to do the thing or my feelings about you?

Not a thing.

It only says something about my crappy reward-system, my lack of ability to direct my focus and my inability to resist novelty when presented with it. And how hyperfocusing is basically free, but doing something else might cost energy you’ve already spent.

Do I realise that this makes no sense to anyone not living with a similar brain? Yes, I do. And yet. This is my attempt to say I’m sorry. And that I care. And that I am aware of this problem, and that this is actually the main reason for me never actively seeking out new friendships. Because I am not very good at keeping in touch or doing what I said I would, and that’s hurtful, I know. If I’m in contact with you and do things with you, that’s probably a result of poor impulse control and you being too interesting not to hang out with. Otherwise I wouldn’t subject you to any of it. I don’t like hurting people. I prefer to avoid it, and often, I plan on doing so. But as I’ve just discussed, things rarely go according to my plans. When something novel or interesting appears I often forget my good intentions. What that does to my self-esteem we shall not discuss.

And so I’m sorry. I have a nervous system that is constantly hijacking my attention, allowing be only limited access to it. And that sucks, because you do not deserve someone failing to show you that they care and that you are important. You deserve so much more.

And in writing this, I’ve spent the time I had planned actually starting one of those things that I promised to do, and instead of doing so, I’ve written two far too long, navel-gazing posts about attention while being on a train, listening to the same three songs over and over again, and my guilt over not doing the (interesting) thing has increased again.

So if anyone wonders if this is a choice or mere laziness; no. It’s inefficient, it is in opposition of my long-term goals and it’s stressful and devastating for my self-esteem.

A failure to direct is not a failure in wanting to.

Unreleased Album Concept

To explain my prolonged absence lately: I’ve had a thought/plan on my mind for a while but never wanted to say anything about it until now. How would you guys feel if I made up an unreleased Lady Gaga album? My plan is to gather the already high-quality songs and put them on the album, but also hire a producer to remaster some low-quality leaks such as “Earthquake” or “Captivated.“ 

I further realised that I did not have the budget to pay someone to remaster, nor have I put into the equation the price of printing and distributing these albums. That’s where you guys come in. Should I consider opening a PayPal or Kickstarter to get this project started, or should I just drop it all together? I already have a solid tracklist, and I’m currently working on the booklet, making it appear as professional as possible, taking inspiration from her The Fame/The Fame Monster eras since that’s where most of the songs are coming from. I want the album to sit comfortably between The Fame Monster and Born This Way as a transition era. 

If you have any questions, you know how to reach me. I am excited for this, and I hope you guys will be on my side with this one. To get you all involved, what are your favourite unreleased songs by Lady Gaga that you think I should consider putting on the tracklist? Also, which producers would you like to see remaster a song?

anonymous asked:

do you know what the highest price you can sell something for in retail as an auction?

The initial price suggested when an item is put in the flea market is its regular resell value. Villagers are still willing to purchase items for a lot more than that price. The equation is Y = 4X - 1 < 10.000 with X being the amount of Bells that Reese suggests, and Y being the maximum amount of Bells you can get for it. That means that an item can be sold for 1 Bell less than 4 times the price Reese suggests for the item, as long as the price will stay beneath 10.000. The maximum profit is achieved on an item worth 2.500 Bells. (source)

anonymous asked:

So recently you said that in order to support sex workers, put your money where your mouth is -- but I'm demisexual, and I don't know any sex workers well enough to feel any kind of sexual attraction towards them. How would you feel if I, say, went to a strip club and instead of buying a lap dance from you, bought your funniest client stories or something for a time period/price equating to a lap dance? Would that be weird? Do you think most people would be cool with that?

From all sex workers everywhere: do this!!!!! Recognition that, all legal disclaimers aside, you really are paying for our time, attention and energy as much as any particular sex act is very important!