rational animal

There's no rational argument against veganism

If you write a list of the pros and cons to eating animals, you’ll find that pretty much the only thing you’ll have in the pros column is taste. In the cons column you’ll find a long list of ethical, environmental and health reasons to avoid animal products. But people ignore all of these facts in favour if the one measly pro: taste.

Highly irrational.

Motivation for us

Don’t stop making a self reflection.

Continue your good works.

Learn from your mistakes.

Set new goals everyday.

Complete your goals in life.

Discover something new.

Read and read until you succeed.

Enhance your talents.

Fight your fears.

Trust yourself.

See good things in all being.

Convert your pain into power.

Be a rational animal.

Use mind and body wisely.

Have a good judgement in your decisions.

Don’t forget the importance of Morality.

Ask for God’s guidance and answers.

If youre not a believer just exist.

Be happy for yourself and for others.

Love yourself as you love others.

Have a best life here on earth.

My Mean Dog//Derek Hale

(A/N): (Y/N) finds joy in teasing Derek about his werewolf instincts, which often leads to a playful (sometimes heated) argument.

Warnings: Make-out session (?), Derek being an adorable freak


A soft growl of annoyance erupted from Derek’s throat, the animal in him telling him to flee. To run away from the threat that lays only a few feet from him, but he couldn’t. Nothing could prepare him for this; dealing with Scott and Stiles on a daily basis, his strict training, or even the death of his family prepared him for this level of torture. Impossible to make a quick escape, he was forced to withstand the agony.

Derek yelped softly, nipping at your hand as you scratched behind his ear.It wasn’t that your gentle movements didn’t fill him with pleasure, it was the vulnerable feeling that he felt in his chest. For the first time in his life, he felt weak, and that wasn’t the most comforting feeling. But still, he succumbed to your touching. Shaking your head playfully as a smirk curled at your lips. You leaned over, placing a sweet peck on the tip of his nose.

“For acting like such a brooding manic all the time, you sure are a softie,” you stifle a laugh as he whimpered. His stubble brushing against the back of your hand as you continued.

“Shut up,” he murmured softly, pressing his head into the palm of your head as you scratched his jaw. “You don’t understand. This is like torture.”

“I thought dogs liked this,” you mused with a cheeky smile, knowing how much he disliked when you talk like that, which was quite often now that you think about it. Derek snapped to attention, sending you a heated glare.

“I am not a dog.”

“Well, you’re acting like one.”

“Listen,” Derek snapped, jumping on top of you and startling your waist, the bed creaking from the sudden movement. Balling one of his fists into the thick comforter and trailing his nails down your throat, gently tracing patterns. The sharp claws nearly plunging through the skin. “I am not a dog. I am very much human, just like you.”

“Hm, not quite,” you hum smartly, “You are a werewolf. And technically, dogs are descendants of wolves… Do I need to explain further?” Derek leans down, nipping at your bottom lip.

“Stop being such a smartass,” he whisper against your skin, his eyes flashing a chilling blue, prompting the hair on the back of your neck to stand at attention. “Or else.”

You whine from his merciless teasing as his mouth travels down your neck. Tangling your fingers through his raven locks, you pull his slightly chapped lips to yours. You ran your hand down his clothed torso, pressing your boundaries when you began kneading his inner thigh. You felt Derek’s breath hitch in his throat before he growled lowly. The feral beast in him begging to take right then and there, but his rational side restrained the animal. Not wanting to hurt you in any way, shape, or form.

Derek pulls at your knees, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hips move rapidly against yours, creating delicious friction. You jumped slightly when Derek’s fangs pierced through your bottom lip, giving you a devilish smile when he pulled away. Opening your mouth in protest, he smashed his lips into yours once again. A rush of sweet electricity spread over your body as you tried to push yourself even closer to him, trying to eliminate all space between your bodies. The feeling was mutual in Derek as an aching sensation took over his senses.

Struggling to catch your breath as his lips attacked yours, you dig your nails into his shirt while a sound of discomfort escapes your lips. Sensing your distress, Derek pulls away, returning to his fully human form. Offering a timid smile, he sits up slightly.  

“What was that for?” you question breathlessly, scratching the nape of his neck. He tilted his head to the side, allowing you to have better access to his sweet spot. His lips part slightly as his eyes close in pure bliss.

“I told you, I’m not a dog. Do dogs suddenly bite you like that?” he moans softly, leaning into your palm.

“Only the mean ones,” you shrugged. Derek groaned, hanging his head in defeat as you pull your hand away. You sigh contently, running a hand through your tangled hair.

“So, I’m dog and I’m mean. How many more of these compliments are you going to shower me with?” He sighs, looking back into your eyes lovingly.

“I’m just getting getting started,” you say through a stifled laugh. “You’re my mean dog and don’t you forget it.”


Holy crap, I am in such a Derek mood right now…

I’m working on requests right now, and they should be posted within the next few days. So, don’t worry darlings. I’m also working on a few personal projects that should be up on Wattpad soon :)

Hope you’re having a lovely day!

Cardassian Zabu Stew - Recipe

A well-intentioned Keiko O'Brien served this dish to Rugal Pa'Dar and her husband Miles in the DS9 episode “Cardassians.” (2x05)

Rugal and the Chief understandably refused, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy this Cardassian staple layered with complex and unexpected flavor.


The zabu is a common livestock animal on Cardassia and is about the size of a small mule. It was used in the past to carry supplies and weapons in the field for the early Cardassian military. In ration emergencies, the animal was slaughtered and made into a rich stew that would feed an entire platoon for weeks. Technology made the zabu obsolete as a pack animal, yet the Cardassian people still had a taste for this nourishing meal. Zabu is now the #1 meat livestock on Cardassia and chefs have taken this stew to new culinary heights by interweaving aroma and taste to effect a multifaceted, yet unified flavor.

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  • zabu meat (lean pork) - about 1-1.5 lbs cut into ¾" slabs
  • olive oil
  • cream of chicken condensed soup - not the family size
  • water
  • garlic (I used a paste from a tube, but about 5 pressed cloves would do - you want about 2 good teaspoons of the stuff) - if garlic isn’t something that agrees with you, some intensely flavored onion or finely chopped chives would do the trick
  • basil
  • Yamok seasoning (yellow curry powder)
  • soy sauce
  • Sriracha sauce
  • saffron
  • blue food coloring

How to make it

  1. place pork slabs in between saran wrap on a cutting board atop a stable surface and pound them until they have reduced in thickness by about half and have kinda spread out (I used a heavy ice cream scoop, but I’d recommend one of those meat hammer things instead)
  2. take pork slabs out of saran wrap and, using shears, cut them into ¾ inch strips - make sure you cut across the grain of the meat and not with it to avoid a tough texture
  3. coat the bottom of a large nonstick skillet, saucepan, or pot with olive oil and turn heat to medium-high, dump in your pork strips and cook until they are done (color changes from pink to whitish, some sear starts to develop)
  4. turn down heat to medium low and add in half of your garlic and a sprinkle of basil and continue to cook until both become aromatic (about two and a half minutes)
  5. empty can of cream of chicken on top of pork and add one can’s worth of water (like it says on the package), stirring until combined and coating the pork
  6. stir in a heaping tablespoon of curry powder and the rest of your garlic
  7. let simmer on medium low to low heat (we don’t want this to boil) for about five minutes
  8. add about 1.5 teaspoons of soy sauce, a pinch of saffron, and Sriracha sauce to taste - however, make sure not to overwhelm one flavor with another - in true Cardassian style, each different taste should be able to be discerned within the dish
  9. finally, blend in enough blue food coloring to effect a nice green color to the whole dish - it won’t be a whitish green like the image above, but it should be definitely green nonetheless - start with one or two drops, and work upwards from there
  10. once your ideal green has been achieved, remove from heat and serve in a shallow bowl or a deep plate and refrigerate any unused portions for later

Optional Tweaks

  • make this a vegetarian dish by using seitan or another meat substitute and cream of broccoli or celery instead of pork and cream of chicken
  • to add yet another layer of flavor, marinate your pork in lemon juice and pepper for half an hour or longer immediately after your pound it and cut it into strips
  • to beef up this dish even more, you can consider adding in some diced onions right after you cook the meat and/or cooked rice after you mix in the cream of chicken
  • top the dish with some fried lennet stalks - scallion or leek strips dredged in a mixture of egg, flour, and water and flash-fried in olive or sesame oil in a nonstick skillet
  • experiment with spices - using varied spices originating from different cultures living in different parts of the world should result in each spice’s flavor being able to be discerned within the entire dish - try wasabi instead of Sriracha, Worcestershire instead of soy sauce, you could even throw in some cinnamon or cloves!

Enjoy this dish for my son - for all our sons - and Cardassia itself!


A Namjoon scenario

Genre: Fluff, Humor (?) Philosophy!AU(?)

Word count: around 4k

Request: “Hey you called this number at like 3AM and we talked about some pretty heavy shit do you remember any of that?” (With Namjoon please) The source is @dailyau. REMEMBER THAT I LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE AN INCREDIBLE WRITER.” // by @haniwritesbtsstuff

A/N: also a dedication to @pjiminniewho requested a Namjoon talking about philosophy eras ago jesus I am sorry. Also reminded to @namjoonssmartkookie that this is finally done. So, yeah, basically I had to deal with Aristotle’s quotes and tried to understand a bit of philosophy for you guys.Don’t forget to leave your feedback telling me your opinion ILY!

Three in the morning, an hour at which you should have slept like a bear, an hour at which now you stay and search in philosophy, trying and trying to finish your paper for the class that starts in exactly 5 hours. How will I be able to write this when I barely understand a word from these shitty statements? Your mind in a blur and your eyes are about to fall as your browse the internet in the hope of finding something you can somehow understand. No use. You started studying philosophy just a few days ago and the teacher already gave you an essay about human nature and he expects you to finish it and fully understand it when you can’t explain yourself why you ate what you ate for lunch.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I recently started reading 120 Days of Sodom and it's absolutely disgusting. Did you read the whole thing?

it’s a very graphic, disturbing and appropriately disgusting depiction of the paradox of pure animal freedom. a (sad, ugly, frightening) masterpiece depicting the drama of human intersubjectivity. it deals with the problem of the true relation between man and man, the problem of the Other in its most extreme terms. it is a parable of authentic ethics, a symbolic allegory of a politics of rebellion. cruelty reveals us to each other in the particularities and ambiguities of our conscious and fleshed existence – the sublime ambiguity of being as consciousness made flesh (or flesh made consciousness) and the reality of being for and with others. the tyrant and victim are a genuine couple. we are all united by the bonds of the flesh and freedom. unfortunately (for our human fantasies of order and meaning) the myth of human “morality” is a conceit of the creative/rational animal mind and existential ethics are not quite as tidy and simple as we (living in a so-called “christian nation”) would hope to believe. the natural animal world is nothing if not ambiguous, relative and vicious. sade just happened to possess the genius to see and tell this (very disturbing) truth at an early (too early?) point in our conscious development. it is not truth but an allegorical glimpse of our deepest human/animal reality.

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: i love Rise Against and support them and think it's amazing that they are a punk band that really stand for their activism, but why do they support PETA of all organizations? It's an organization that has an extensive history of incredibly sexist and misogynistic ads and I don't think sexism is ever justified, even in the context of animal rights. They're also anti-Semitic in some ads. They've been shown to euthanize and kill thousands of animals every year when they claim to be saving lives. And why does PETA support harmful pseudoscience like the claim that vaccines cause autism? I don't understand why Rise Against, who seem like completely rational people, would support an organization with so many flaws when so many other, more rational animal rights groups exist. Is it possible that they don't realize the extent of PETA's issues? Do they support the message of animal rights and just decide PETA was the most high-profile organization to throw their weight behind for maximum change? I respect the fact that they support animal rights but can't find a way to agree with the particular opinion of supporting PETA, and I have trouble rationalizing that.
The Cannibal Anthem
Julia Jones

Y'all better appreciate my dedication because this is my fourth hannibal song in 2 weeks. This one is a little….different.


once there was a cannibal, hannibal, was his name

and everyone thought that he was sweet, but he just liked them for their meat

and he was such a stylish man, a lavish man, a real good friend

though if he found you to be rude, you might just end up in his food

He’ll make you into a savory dish

you’re only safe when he’s serving fish

suave and slick, he might suck your dick, but only if it’s medium rare

(only if it’s medium rare~ ! )


Lemon zest for your sweaty toes

pepper to spice up your runny nose

For men like him, with refined taste, nothing will go to waste

the dinner parties are a sight to see

when the ripper has been on a spree

never let him eat you out, cause he might take it literally

Hannibal, the cannibal, animal but rational

casual and practical, he will eat you completely

suits always impeccable, casualties: maximal, entrees: international

you think I’m joking? Well it’s your funeral

He’ll tell you what you want to hear:

It’s beef, it’s rabbit, it’s pig, no it’s deer!

doesn’t matter if the meat tastes queer,

you can wash it down with the wine!

And don’t attend his therapy, you might end up in a recipe

olive oil is his remedy, this is his design

he’ll serve you up on a silver plate, before you know it it’ll be too late

avoid this guy when you go on blind dates, 

cause he’ll make you into breakfast in bed

(make you INTO breakfast in bed!)


The importance of insomnia is so colossal that I am tempted to define man as the animal who cannot sleep. Why call him a rational animal when other animals are equally reasonable? But there is not another animal in the entire creation that wants to sleep yet cannot.
—  Emil Cioran
Don’t waste the rest of your time here worrying about other people—unless it affects the common good. It will keep you from doing anything useful. You’ll be too preoccupied with what so-and-so is doing, and why, and what they’re saying, and what they’re thinking, and what they’re up to, and all the other things that throw you off and keep you from focusing on your own mind.

You need to avoid certain things in your train of thought: everything random, everything irrelevant. And certainly everything self-important or malicious. You need to get used to winnowing your thoughts, so that if someone says, “What are you thinking about?” you can respond at once (and truthfully) that you are thinking this or thinking that. And it would be obvious at once from your answer that your thoughts were straightforward and considerate ones—the thoughts of an unselfish person, one unconcerned with pleasure and with sensual indulgence generally, with squabbling, with slander and envy, or anything else you’d be ashamed to be caught thinking.

Someone like that—someone who refuses to put off joining the elect—is a kind of priest, a servant of the gods, in touch with what is within him and what keeps a person undefiled by pleasures, invulnerable to any pain, untouched by arrogance, unaffected by meanness, an athlete in the greatest of all contests—the struggle not to be overwhelmed by anything that happens. With what leaves us dyed indelibly by justice, welcoming wholeheartedly whatever comes—whatever we’re assigned—not worrying too often, or with any selfish motive, about what other people say. Or do, or think.

He does only what is his to do, and considers constantly what the world has in store for him—doing his best, and trusting that all is for the best. For we carry our fate with us —and it carries us.

He keeps in mind that all rational things are related, and that to care for all human beings is part of being human. Which doesn’t mean we have to share their opinions. We should listen only to those whose lives conform to nature. And the others? He bears in mind what sort of people they are—both at home and abroad, by night as well as day— and who they spend their time with. And he cares nothing for their praise—men who can’t even meet their own standards.
—  Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
I'm NOT vegan an I AM against animal cruelty

I’m fed up. I literally want to vomit everytime people insult me for eating meat. I’m freakin’ omnivore, and I see nothing wrong with it. And before you start pushing shit onto me, know that

  • no, I don’t think it’s okay to have the animals in such awful conditions
  • yes, I’m against zoos, circuses, and other places where they suffer;
  • I suffer for all the animal cruelty that there is,
  • but I do not consider it ‘suffering’ when put down in legal, safe ways
  • just as I don’t think putting down your pet when old and sick is 'animal cruelty’. 

Stop it. I know what animal industries do to them. I know. I hate it. I’m actively against it. But I like and need to eat meat. I’m an animal, a rational one, one that knows that there’s no need to inflict pain in my food and that doesn’t like the system.

I’m against things like, for example, foie gras. Things like hunting for fun. Animal fighting. Animal bets. Animals like 'toys’. Fuck that. Animals are fucking alive, and feel emotions. They should be treated with respect. And while I am a meat eater, I will always defend that.

I will always understand and respect vegans’ point of view. I’m just asking for people to stop insinuating that meat-eaters can’t be against animal cruelty. Loads of us are, indeed. I will always love and respect nature. There are so many things wrong with the system, but we all still live and depend on it. Think about it the next time you write on paper that comes from trees of an endangered forest, or you put your shoes on- made by exploited workers. We will work together to change that. Stop blaming the consumers and blame the industry and economy and the world we live in, made by and for the rich, who want everything cheap and easy. Stop the hate and get together. Educate others. Hate doesn’t lead anywhere, educating with respect does.


Amazing night at the Morrison Hotel Gallery for Jamie Hince’s beautiful photographs of his band mate from The Kills Alison Mosshart, his wife Kate Moss, and Naomi Campbell.  This all for an amazing cause for Susan Lane Brandt’s organization Rational Animal! Amazingly put together by the one and only Dawn Kamerling and her company The Press House !!

I’m not sure y’all quite know why I love Sam

…So I guess I owe it to you to explain?

I’ll start with the simple, “thAt dOeSN’t coUNt!!!!” stuff and elaborate as we go.

  • Horribly down-hill relationship with father that drives offspring out of the house? Check.
  • Discovering how fucked up you are mentally, at the worst possible time in your life? Check.
  • Having your own family call you a freak/monster? Check.
  • Being alone and afraid, but perfecting the ability to hide it because emotions = weakness? Check.
  • Being torn apart by a million different feelings and thoughts and expectations? Check.
  • Trying so hard to be responsible and helpful and seemingly normal, even with the darkness slowly taking over? Check, check, and check.

Now, I obviously can’t banish demons or shoot straight, but sometimes, that just doesn’t matter. Sometimes, when I’m at my very, very worst, and I can actually manage to force myself to think through the mind-numbing despair and fear, I think about Sam. I think about the singular character of Sam, and sometimes it helps break me out a little. He has had literal demons take over his body; he is scarred and broken and scared, and so am I. My demons aren’t clouds of smoke, but they still take me over, and if I weren’t on the medication I am (which is barely helping) I’m pretty fuckin sure I’d have killed either myself or someone else by now, over stupid petty things that don’t even make sense, to me or anyone else.

But Sam hasn’t done that. Sam hasn’t slit his wrists and/or stabbed someone in the eye with a pencil with no more rationality than an animal. Sam has a hold, however tenuous, of the worst parts of himself. He is doing on his own what I need fucking therapy for. He is everything I want to be; intelligent, snarky, driven, focused—and strong enough to hide. Oh god I wish I were as strong as him.

I need Sam. I need to know he exists. I need to know that it is possible to hold on, even when it’s the end of the world and there’s no one there to help.

(via huffyhipster)