reasons to call out of work

get to know me tag!

I was tagged by @fallenflake yooooooo

Age: 20
Current time: 1:54 AM
Drink you last had: water
Everyday starts with: crying
Favourite song at the moment: mystery by breakbot
Hometown: bali, indonesia lol
In love with: my bf lol
Jealous of: pretty girls tbh
Killed someone: nah but i wish i could
Last time you cried: just a couple of hours ago lol cus of ~insecurity~
Middle name: nawaksara
Siblings: 1
One wish: move outta indonesia lol
Person you last texted/called: someone from work
Questions you’re always asked: ‘why do u never answer my text’ or ‘when will you ever stop smoking’
Reason to smile: britney spears
Song last sung: inside and out by feist
Worst habits: not replying text 
X-Ray you’ve had: my lungs 
Favourite food: burrito hells yeah
Zodiac sign: gemini i’m the worst i know lol love yahs

I am tagging: anyone!!! and by anyone i really mean anyone like just say that i’m tagging u if ure bored and kinda wanna do it heheh

Open call for a comic artist posted to a social media community. Not a joke post. This guy was dead serious, and screamed at me when I pointed out all the problems with his “contract” offer. $30 for two years of open-ended work. 

He thought he was being more than reasonable.

You have to be willing to work. I mean, really work your ass off, not work like you do in the job you hate and not work where you think you’ll get away with slacking off. It is called the grind for a reason, machines don’t stop until the outcome is reached. Goals are not easy to accomplish, they are going to take it out of you, but when you reach them, there is one hell of a view.
— 

Grind by Amy Kennedy

24/03/17

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This is my new strategy for white people who ask "Do you work here?"

I can’t tell you how many nice (and not-so-nice) white women have walked up to me in a store to ask me where something is, how much something costs, or to otherwise find out information she should be getting from an employee who MUST BE ME because I am a brown person nearby on the salesfloor.  Nevermind whether I have on an overcoat, I’m wearing headphones, or I have a complete lack of nametag, apron, or company t-shirt, I still get asked all the time “Do you work here?”

Before, my standard response was to pause for just enough beats to make her uncomfortable and then say, “No I don’t.  What about me made you think I work here?  And please be specific.”  Face crack.  Every single time.

Thanks to a friend’s comment thread on the Internet, I have a new tactic.

Pretend you do work there!!  It’s brilliant.  Observe.

White Woman:  How much is this shirt?
Me:  The sign is right there.  Can you not read it?
White Woman:  I was just making sure to see if it was on sale.  No need to be rude.
Me: No need to be stupid.  The sign has the price.  The tag has the same price.  Therefore, that’s the price.  Why are you bothering me with this?
White Woman:  Well I never!  I need to speak to the manager!
Me:  Fine, so do I.  I don’t even like this store.
[we march to customer service]
White Woman:  I’d like you to fire this employee immediately.  He was SO RUDE and I’m going to take my business elsewhere unless he is fired right now!
Manager:  I don’t think –
White Woman:  [”I was told by Applecare” voice] YOU DON’T THINK!?  I’M CALLING CORPORATE!
Me:  And say what?  That a perfect stranger with no nametag, apron, company ID, or any other sign of being an employee was mean to you in a store?  Susan I don’t even work here.  I just felt like making you look like the ass you clearly are.  Have a nice day.

Like…I’m finna go shopping RIGHT NOW just to test it out.  I’ma put on my big obnoxious hipster headphones just so there’s no reason whatsoever someone would think I’d be on the clock, and I’ma casually walk through a store and just wait.  And I happen to be wearing black jeans and a black jacket, which is the unofficial NYC uniform of fast-fashion retail.  And H&M is like three blocks away too…

The “Bubble”

I hear a lot of bullshit about living in “bubbles” here in the United States. Specifically, I hear about how we live in liberal or conservative bubbles, where we only hear viewpoints similar to ours, and this is detrimental.

I really hate this bullshit.

I grew up in a predominantly white, predominantly Christian, very affluent suburb. The majority of minority students in my school system were East and South Asian. My extracurriculars kept me surrounded by a similar demographic.

Then I moved to the city. Through my academic and professional life, I began to interact with a shitload of people who were not originally from the United States, but came here to study, to teach, to practice medicine, to do research. I began to interact with people who were born here, but who were first generation Americans.

And just walking around and living in the city, I began to interact with people of all classes, ethnicities, countries of origin, religions, and so on and so forth. It is normal to me to be on the train and hear conversations in Spanish, in Chinese, in Arabic. It is normal for me to see signage in different languages. It is normal for me to pass by stores that sell Indian bridalwear, or a Russian pharmacy, or a Chinese specialty food shop.

Normal. Normal. Normal.

One day this past fall, I was sitting and waiting for the bus. An older woman sat beside me and began to talk to me (at me, to be honest; I don’t make conversation with strangers most of the time). She complained about how climate change meant that she had to drive out to another part of the state to see the leaves change, to experience a proper autumn. She said, despairingly, that you just couldn’t see the change in the city.

I commented that I’d grown up in a rural suburb, where I’d gotten to experience the spectacular leaf change she was talking about, but I preferred to live in the city.

“Why?” she’d asked.

“Well, public transit,” I explained. “I don’t have to have a car anymore. And there are stores everywhere and lots of great places to eat. And it’s much more diverse. I grew up in a mostly white suburb–not very diverse.”

As the bus pulled up, she asked me, “Why would diversity be important?”

I was a little stunned that anyone would even think to ask that question, so I didn’t have a ready response. Luckily, once we got on the bus, the conversation was over, so I could just curl up in a seat and relax till I got to my stop. But her question bothered me, and it wasn’t until the election that I could articulate an answer.

Diversity fosters empathy.

That’s not to say that you can’t be empathetic if you don’t grow up in a diverse area. I didn’t grow up in a diverse area, and I’d like to think I’m still empathetic. But diversity absolutely fosters empathy.

So when people talk about bubbles, I call bullshit. I’m a progressive liberal for a lot of reasons, and one major reason is that I live in a diverse city, and I work in a diverse field. That is not a bubble. That is not the same as being surrounded by like on a regular basis, and being afraid of the Other.

Sharing political ideals is not living in a bubble. Subscribing to factual news is not living in a bubble. Refusing to tolerate fascist bullshit and cutting people out of your life when they espouse it?

Not living in a bubble.

When you think about it, it’s actually quite sad and scary how many people ship Karamel not seeing how unhealthy and toxic the relationship itself is. They perceive the relationship as something normal thinking that’s the exact way all relationships should work because “who cares the guy treats the girl like shit if he’s hot;” they literally aspire to have relationship just like that only because that’s exactly what they’ve seen/read being romanticized and glamorized for all those years in movies, books or TV shows. And that is exactly why representation matters. 

Many Karamel fans are feeling insulted when someone tells them their ship is unhealthy and instead of listening for once they just give us irrelevant arguments, top it off with “it’s just a ship, chill,” and block us. No, the reason why many people are pissed off at what has been happening to Supergirl ever since CW happened is not that we are “heterophobic” or “trying to ruin your fun with shipping,” it’s the fact that there are many young people watching the show, looking up mostly to Kara, and when they see a scene where Mon-El literally intentionally insults her in front of everyone because something didn’t go his way but she ends up with him at the end of the episode anyway because that’s what “she’s supposed to do,” no one’s gonna tell them “well, that’s actually bullshit; that’s not how relationships should work.” And to top this all off, after episode those young people go around Twitter or Tumblr and all they see is y’all calling Kara a bitch and swooning 😍😍😍 over Mon-El calling Kara selfish for no apparent reason because that was so cute, relationship goals 👌👌👌.

So maybe try to pull your heads out of your asses for once, see what’s right in front of you and just stop. Don’t glamorize something unhealthy only because you find Chris Wood hot or whatever other reason you have.

Some Pidge Headcanons

- Pidge is the kind of person who would rather try to find a free version of a program instead of actually paying for a program

    - Either that or she just makes her own program

         - Everyone would go to her so she could get them free stuff

- When she’s bored she just makes a fake profile on stuff like club penguin and neopets and just dick around with the system and trolls people

       - She’s been banned like 57 times on club penguin ALONE but she just works her way around the system

- Her interest in tech stemmed from wanting something on her computer but she can’t access it yet

        - “Dad, why can’t I find out what NASA is hiding from us?” “It all in their files, it’s confidential” “Oh really >:3c”

- Gaming becomes one of her favorite things, she was always interested in how it works

         - The main reason her sleep schedule is so messed up

- The relationship between her and Matt is like “I’m gonna call u an asshole and put pink hair dye in ur shampoo but I still love u with all my heart”

     - She’s definitely the kind of sister who comes in, leaves the door open and walks away

- Pranks are her thing, don’t mess w/ her

    - They’re always super elaborate and well-planned and she never gets caught

- She always secretly wanted shorter hair bc she didn’t want to deal with it

      - But people always used to say she looked like Matt so she didn’t want them to look even MORE alike

- Her interest in aliens and conspiracy theories started as a joke but then she fell down the rabbit hole

    - She saw all the evidence and people’s point of view and she was convinced that there were aliens out there and that the Zodiac Killer is Ted Cruz

              - You know alienmemes420? Yeah, that’s her on forums aggressively proving that her theory is right

                       - She actually came across Keith on one of these forums and even argued with him but she never knew his actual name

                                     - This skill actually came in handy because she was able to figure out the twist at the end of the season months before anyone else 

Anon asked: “I get all these plot ideas in my head, but I really struggle with writing them down in words, to sit down and actually write, partly because I usually think too much whenever I try to write (like how the grammar is and how it sounds etc) and I always think it all sounds so slow and boring when I write my ideas down… which leads me to just “write” the story in my head instead of actually writing it :/. Do you’ve any advice on how to stop doing that? Because it’s really frustrating!”
 

Originally a question for It’s a Writer Thing, but it was decided that answering it on this blog would be better for the less technical answer and the more actionable answer!

This answer will cover two reasons why my suggestion works, and one alternative if you don’t like the first piece of advice.

-       You Need to Stop Caring So Much

Your main problem is you’re overthinking things, which is natural, because you want this scene to be perfect. As perfect as it was in your head, and every moment it doesn’t do that, you become more frustrated and your creativity is more stifled.

Those grammar and word choices worries aren’t about grammar or word choice – it’s your mind battling with the cosmic issue of scientists not getting off their butts and creating a device that projects thoughts onto paper yet. There’s nothing wrong with your writing. You have created an impeccable scene in your head, and the more impeccable it is, the more dissatisfied you’ll be with writing it.

-       So, the solution:

Drink wine. No, seriously. Carve out an evening to yourself, put on some music that inspires you to write or that serves as the background music of a scene you want, get a glass of wine (or three), and sit down.

Drink the first glass of wine.

Play the music and start brainstorming the scene. Let it play out in your head. Let yourself get a little crazy in the details because you’re not writing yet, you’re brainstorming.

If you smoke, have a cigarette, and start on the second glass of wine.

Now start writing.

-       Why This Works

Wine takes the edge off. Stronger alcohol can work too, because it’s called liquid courage for a reason. It makes you stop CARING so much if it’s perfect, so that your mind can relax enough to actually write the scene as good as it can be. If you drink too much, then you’ll have problems with the keys, so know your own limit and drink just until you just have that nice buzz that makes you not so upset if this draft turns out less than satisfactory.

Trust me, when you look at it later, it will be 80% better than you thought it’d be.

-       The Sectioned Off Evening Itself Does Wonders

Knowing that you are just messing around with the scene for the next few hours – that it doesn’t have to be perfect; that it doesn’t have to be really anything, since you’re just having an enjoyable writing session – will take half the edge off.

You’re not here to do miracles – you’re here to chill out with a nice glass of wine and enjoy yourself! Even if you just brainstorm it in your head and write down notes to fill out later, that’s for later! You accomplished something. Good for you.

-      If You Don’t Drink

That’s fine. I’m not telling anyone to start drinking if they don’t like it, or encouraging alcoholics to fall off the bandwagon for the sake of a scene. … unless it’s a really good scene.

I jest.

The key is to chill out. So whatever makes you relax, calm down, and cast off the more anxious side of yourself, do it.

If you smoke, have a cigarette. Or five.

If you like a warm bath, get a notebook and try your best to keep it dry, or if you have nerves of steel, take your chances with the laptop.

If chocolate eases your nerves, get a bag of Hersey’s Kisses and go for it.

Just remember that you have to not only kill that usual tension that life brings, but you have to go one step further to make your inner critic decide to quiet down for the night.

-       To Wrap Around

The key is to calm down. Then calm down some more. Calm down clear to the point where your “give a damn” function is disabled for the night. You can accomplish some pretty amazing things when you don’t care so much. Then the scene at least has words on it – and you can always work with a bad scene, but never a nonexistent scene.

Hope this helps!

Reasons why the Sonic 1996 OVA is a masterpiece:

- Cute, with hilarious visual gags
- Wonderful and clean animation and character design
- Detailed and colorful backgrounds
- Metal Sonic
- Sonic and Tails live inside of a crashed jet airplane
- Old Man Owl wearing Sonic’s favorite clothes
- The fact Knuckles yells about people not letting him get his work done
- The fact Knuckles knows how to do mechanical work at all
- Metal Sonic and Sonic being synchronized so they can feel what the other feels and hear each other’s thoughts
- Eggman’s English dub voice
- Knuckles calling Sonic his best friend
- That one ridiculous kick Metal doles out to Sonic. You know the one.
- Metal mimicking Sonic’s nose rubbing
- The beeping noises Metal makes when he “talks” to Sonic 
- Overall ridiculousness. It’s 50 odd minutes of innocent lightness and fun.
- The subtle characterization of Knuckles flinching away from sunlight and being a treasure hunter
- “Turtle bomb ex machina”
- Knuckles’ hat on fire
- Knuckles’ hat in general
- Fitting soundtrack
- The fact that the Land of the Sky is resting on a SERIES OF GLACIERS ARE YOU KIDDING ME
- Eggman’s muscly helper ‘bots
- Metal and Sonic’s fighting
- Everyone falling asleep during Eggman’s Exposition Speech
- “There is only one Sonic”

anonymous asked:

Have you done any fight fics? Just curious if you have in he past, cuz I know you aren't taking requests 😄

ARE YOU GUYS TRYING TO KILL ME WITH THIS ANGST??? I’m kidding! hahaha I’m a sucker for angst (as you all probably know by now) and I think I have a few fics that you might like!

Originally posted by lawlu


Yuuri and Victor Fight


First Fight by apollosoyuz, Gen, 2.4k
The first time they fought was loud and then quiet. In which Yuuri panics and blames Viktor, and Viktor doesn’t realize the impact his petty response will have on Yuuri until it’s too late. Fluffy ending!

Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud, Explicit, 26k
College AU where ex boyfriends Yuuri and Victor can’t stay away from each other. LOTS of mutual pining, arguments, miscommunication, and, of course, angst. Thumbs up!

Submerge by cryingoverspilledvodka, Mature, 38k
The pining and angst is real in this one! Full of angry Yuuri and an equally frustrated Victor. Takes place after their first argument. Relationships aren’t easy, and Victor and Yuuri are no exception.

selfish by MissSpock, Gen, 1.9k
“…Aren’t you going to stop me?” He hated how his voice wobbled and cracked, and he had to fight to keep the tears in his eyes.
Yuuri’s brows creased. The mist had cleared from the lenses of his glasses and he looked at Victor with confused, amber eyes. “Why should I? It seems as though you’ve come to a decision.” Role reversal of ep 11. *sobs*

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya, Explicit, 166k (WIP)
Pretty sure everyone’s read this one… but if you haven’t, do! Rivals AU where Yuuri’s main goal, ever since he was a child, is to beat Victor and win the GPF. SO MUCH ANGST (like, so much) and deliciously hot, hot, hot! You might die from reading this… it’s that good. My personal favourite!

Trouble in Paradise by DarkDemon, Gen, 1.3k
After their first fight as a couple, Yuuri feels absolutely horrible and tracks Viktor down at the rink so they can talk about it. Thumbs up!

turbulence by fan_nerd, Teen, 1.9k
Yuuri could get frustrated and tired and impatient, but he’s never called Victor out of his name. He’s far too polite for that. The word idiot rings in Victor’s head like he’s been slapped. They fight, they make up!

Nerve Endings by Phyona, Explicit, 47k (WIP)
When Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg, they have to work through Yuuri’s anxiety and Victor’s secrets to find their balance. LOVE THIS FIC OMG!

Hold Me Tight by smudgesofink, Teen, 11k
To say that Victor is touchy-feely is the understatement of the century. So when Victor just stops touching Yuuri, without explanation, without reason, it makes for a painfully jarring experience. It’s all fluff… then goes straight into the depths of angst.. *cries*

The Argument by Woubazoid, Not Rated, 1.1k
Viktor wants to pick a fight. Fluffy!

From The Moon by ButterBeerBitch, Mature, 4.8k
That one time Victor finds out why Yuuri has never let him inside his bedroom because….well, we all know why… happy ending!

Of Glass and Gold by smudgesofink, Teen, 4.4k
In which Victor is gold–magnificent, breathtaking, brilliant–and Yuuri is glass–transparent, thin, breakable. Great fic!

Anything You Want by Flightless_Bird, Teen, 2.6k
Victor’s heart stung. He knew that he shouldn’t get annoyed when he was clearly in the wrong; but it still hurt to think that Yuuri believed a few flashing cameras were more important to Victor than him. Love this!

So what’s happening? Are audiences such mule-fucking sociopaths they can’t go a minute without a blood-covered spectacle? Or are elite critics so far up their own asses that their next whitewashing complaint will be about the backs of their own bleached teeth?

Sorry to say – the answer might be neither. As I’ve noticed from purely anecdotal experience, none of these films are beloved or hated by the same group of people. Someone who loved It Follows might hate The Witch, and someone who loved The Witch might hate The Babadook, and et cetera. And some people (like me) might love all of these films, and have friends they respect and admire who don’t like any of them.

So I have a theory – one that doesn’t force me to repeatedly suplex all my friends. The reason these movies stand out as being polarizing isn’t just because they are slower and more atmospheric. It’s because they’re actually an entirely new genre of horror that works drastically differently on different types of people. Why? Because all of these films are extremely allegorical to some real-world problem or philosophy. And while critics and movie nerds are more likely to pick up on this, the casual horror-goer isn’t going to care unless it’s an analogy they are specifically attuned with. Nine times out of ten they just want a fear-induced rush to enjoy with their date.

I’m gonna call it “Parable Horror” and hope that it sticks. Or maybe “Alle-gore-y”? Wait. Let’s call it “Scarable.” That’s way better. Are we all cool with “Scarable”? I feel like I shouldn’t be the only person in charge of naming a new genre… but I also feel like I just hit it out of the park.

How ‘Get Out’ Is Pioneering A Brand New Genre Of Horror

Hopeless Hearts

Drabbles

jessicamarcia requested: Jungkook + Idol/Fan AU 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 17,378
Author’s Note: Tbh I had some apprehension about this request because an idea I stumbled upon that just kept coming back to me was directly from this fantasy I kept about having about what would happen if I ever meet Jungkook and how and this just feels very personal to me as a result. Regardless, I decided to share because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t decide to contribute my pain to the fandom.

ALSO, sentences in italics are being spoken in Korean.

Summary: You never understood the gravity of your position as an intern working Kcon until you fall for one of your favorite idols, Jeon Jungkook—quite literally too.

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Sometimes you think you have a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to your job.

On one hand, it’s a pretty incredible opportunity, one that you acknowledge not a lot of people get to experience first hand: which is working as an intern in the event operations department for Kcon—the annual Korean convention in which big Kpop groups will travel around the world to bring their music and their joy to the international fanbase. For someone who never actually had the means and the ability to make the trip as an audience member of your own accord, it’s fascinating to witness the back-the-scenes sight of how much effort and how much time goes into planning and organizing an event of this scale.

And because Kcon it in of itself is half a convention and half a concert, there were always many people needed to cover the different subsections of the event, which is where your role as an intern came into play. Given that there were two interns in the department of organizing the physicality of the event, you were put on the team mainly in charge of organizing the convention while the other intern assisted with scheduling of the talents and making sure the performances would go by smoothly.

But on the other end of that spectrum, working with vendors really allows you to see how many people handle responsibility and deadlines and it makes you want to pull the hair out of your roots. You like to think of yourself as a fairly reasonable person, giving a vendor 24 hours to respond to emails at the latest before having to resort to more emails and phone call—but this is absolutely ridiculous.

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Their daughter gets sick the night before the free skate of the Grand Prix Final.

It was to be Otabek’s last Grand Prix final, having deciding to retire no matter what the outcome. He had a daughter to care for, plus his body was starting to give out. He couldn’t skate forever. He had no idea what he wanted to do once his skating career was over, but he would figure it out.

So, their daughter gets sick the night before the last day of the Grand Prix Final and they need to get sleep. Yakov, who had gratefully agreed to coach Otabek for his last year, would be pissed if they showed up with dark circles under their eyes.

But Ekaterina keeps crying and coughing and she even vomits all over Otabek all in the course of three hours. He and Yuri take turns sleeping and taking care of her. Otabek sings her to sleep and Yuri rocks her, whispering kind Russian words in a sleepy voice.

When it’s time to get up early that morning all three of them are bleary eyed, Katya’s fever never subsiding. Yuri doesn’t drink coffee but he buys an energy drink, Otabek grabbing a coffee for himself. And then they have to go to the rink for practice before it actually starts.

Yuri is glaring when he hands Katya over to Victor and Yuuri, who for whatever reason had decided to come. Both parents were grateful they were there though so they could give their daughter to somebody trustworthy.

“WE gave her medicine already,” Yuri was explaining with a scowl, “Make sure that blanket stays wrapped around her or I will wring your neck. And then make sure she wears the headphones. I don’t want to hear her screaming over the music okay?”

“Don’t worry Yurio we’ve got this. It’ll be good practice for when we have a child!” Victor grinned.

“Don’t reproduce, for the love of god.” Yuri mumbled.

Yuuri just laughed and rubbed Katya’s back. “We’ll take good care of her Yurio, I promise. Good luck.”

Yuri scowled and Otabek curled his arm around him, turning him away. They needed to go before Yakov wrings their neck. Yakov was fuming by the time they got to him and he shoved them on the ice after getting changed.

Otabek skated with his heart heavy with anxiety and worry. He was worried about his daughter, wondering if Victor and Yuuri could handle a sick child. And he was anxious for other reasons. He had a plan when the scores were announced and three skaters stood on the podium. If everything worked out he and Yuri would be standing up there together. Yuri was currently at number one, the only thing separating them being one Jean-Jacques Leroy.

Skating their programs approached slow yet quick. Three skaters went before Otabek but he wasn’t breaking a sweat. He closed his eyes and listened to the music, imagining his movements and the twirls and jumps of his body. And then he skated onto the ice, passing by Emil as he did so.

“Beka, Davai!” Yuri called out and Otabek smirked to himself as his music began. He focused all of his thoughts on his daughter, as his program was dedicated to her. 

And when he was done, there were tears clinging to his lashes as he ended with the thought of Yuri curled protectively around Katya in his sleep. He earned a roar of applause and a score that brought him to number one. 

JJ skated but he didn’t come close to Otabek (or Phichit’s score).

And then Yuri took the ice, a thumbs-up coming right after Otabek’s cry of “Davai.” He was flawless, of course he was. But Otabek a little better, earning gold overall with Yuri at silver and Phichit finally earning a medal for his country.

Yuri wasn’t mad that he had gotten silver because he lost to his love.

Besides, he got a gold medal of his own.

After the gold medal was stung around Otabek’s neck, he dropped to one knee next to Yuri and pulled a ring from the pocket of his free skate costume. The bouquet of flowers fell from Yuri’s arms as he brought his hands up to cup my face. Phichit was standing behind Otabek in the same fashion as Yuri and he looked like he was itching for his phone.

“Yuri. Marry me.” He didn’t propose it as a question, but when had he ever.

“Of course, dumbass.” Yuri laughed through his tears, which he would openly deny either. Cameras were flashing but Otabek rose from his knee and Yuri tugged him close by his medal to kiss him in front of the crowd. 

Somewhere in the audience Victor and Yuuri were openly sobbing, Katya in Victor’s arms asleep completely unaware of the moment currently happening.

anonymous asked:

I'm curious about what procedures you think need to change in the livestock industry?

Practically, or philosophically? There is so much that can be talked about in this field

From a practical standpoint, there are a number of areas where current livestock practices are far from ideal. Farming has a huge history behind it, and many of these practices are ingrained and so difficult to change.

Before I go through the list, I should preface that if you’re not comfortable with the fact that farmed animals die for human benefit, if you just want all farms to stop using animals, then you’re not going to find this list satisfactory. If you’re fundamentally uncomfortable with livestock industries, and you haven’t already questioned why you consume the products it produces or what your alternatives are, then it might be worthwhile.

For now, these industries are not going anywhere. They’re certainly not perfect but we could improve them. Regardless of whether you personally believe all these industries should be ‘just stopped’ you have to agree that will not happen overnight, and that other welfare improvements could happen today.

  • Pain relief being more widely used. There has historically been an aversion to using pain relief medication in livestock due to expense, drug residues and the lack of products made for and tested in the species. This is beginning to change so there are not more options for pain relief at castration and mulesing , for example, but this needs to be more widely used. Another hurdle to this is that they are prescription products, and in order for a veterinarian to prescribe them they must have been out to that farm within the last year and be familiar with their set up and stock. Not every farm will call out a veterinarian on a regular basis.
  • Minimize transport time. Transport, whether by road, train, boat or plane, is incredibly stressful for livestock of all kinds. We can measure their physiological stress, so this is definitely not just anthropomorphism. Livestock are more stressed in transport than they are by witnessing death, which is the opposite to what many people would think. 
  • On-farm slaughter and refrigerated transport. Following on from the previous point, we have the technology to transport chilled carcasses. Performing slaughter on farm removes or eliminates a large percentage of the transport an individual animal needs to be exposed to, and will improve their welfare. Animals don’t perceive death the same way we do, having a mini abattoir at the farm entrance isn’t going to bother them.
  • Using genetics instead of procedures. It astounds me in this modern day that we still have breeders of hereford cattle that breed the horned version, and then de-horn the calves, instead of selecting stock with the polled (no horns) trait. If you want horns then fine, but if you’re going to cut/burn/cauterize them off anyway when why not remove them genetically? The polled gene exists! Similarly there are a small number of merino sheep with a ‘bare breech’ trait, which don’t need mulesing. It would be ideal to spread this trait through the Australian sheep population, but with millions and millions of sheep and a ram only about to impregnate about 60 a month, that will take time.
  • Enrichment. Toys. Something for animals to play with, to investigate, to do. This has been historically neglected for a long time because originally animals weren’t though to have souls, or to be thinking, feeling entities. We know differently now. Enrichment only improves the lives of these animals, and often reduces unwanted or destructive behavior, like piglets biting off each others tails.
  • Dam-neonate bonding in certain industries should be reconsidered. In some situations, the dairy industry in particular, neonates may be taken from their mothers within 24 hours to reduce disease transmission in eradication of certain diseases, like Johnes disease, but in other situations it’s because for some mind boggling reason it is more cost efficient for a farm to sell the mother’s milk and feed the neonate on milk replacer.  
  • In a similar vein, giving sows enough space to nurse their litter would be great. They’re kept in sow stalls (basically a cage that they can stand up or lie down in that the piglets can run through) so that they don’t squash their piglets and kill them. That’s great and all, except you can accomplish the same thing by giving the sow more space to turn around it and slopes on the wall of the pen.

So, the important question I hope you’re asking is why don’t we do these things already?

There are lots and lots of reasons someone could grab, but the short (and I dare say more honest) reason is this: Money.

Granting an animal more space costs you money because it reduces the number of animals you can stock in your space. Using more pain relief medication costs you money. Calling out a vet costs you money. Providing enrichment costs you various amounts of money. On-farm slaughter and refrigerated transport is more expensive than the current system.

So if this is all about money, is it the fault of greedy farmers? Well, generally no.

Most farmers actually like the species of animal they work with. And most of them, especially with recent droughts, the current political climate and monopolization of the companies that buy their products, are not making big buckets of cash. More and more farms are selling up and small producers are not keeping up.

They are under constant pressure to lower the prices of their animal products because there’s only a few big buyers, and right now it’s the buyers that dictate what price they’re willing to pay. Because these animal products are perishable, you can’t save them for a rainy day if you don’t sell them, and these buyers are big enough, they can hold out and only pay what they want to pay. This severe downward pressure means farmers get paid progressively less, and these companies make more profits while claiming it’s good for consumers.

^ Look familiar?

So we get cheaper food, the company makes more profit, and the individual farms get screwed.

Especially with milk, there was a huge crisis recently where one of the big milk buyers suddenly declared it had been overpaying dairies, and that not only was it now going to pay them much less for the season (on contract mind you), but that all their dairies now owed them thousands of dollars. After years of downward price pressure on their product many farms could not, and can not, afford this. You can get an overview here.

The point I’m trying to get to is that if these industries are gong to improve, then we need to value the individual animal and its experience of life more than we currently do. 

If we value the experiences of the individual animal, and consequently put our money where our mouth is when it comes to their products, then there should be both motivation and financial ability to improve their lives. We could progress from mere ‘prevention of cruelty’ and minimum standards towards animal welfare and good welfare states.

Changing consumer patterns is probably the only way to do this, and it’s quite hard when you’re already paycheck to paycheck, but a in depth rant/discussion about politics/policy/economics etc is beyond my scope, though I would happily add veterinary and industry specific detail to a discussion if someone wants to tackle that side of it.

Potential questions for Mofftiss at Sherlocked Con, feel free to add on to or use:

– “Clearly you admire Billy Wilder’s work, the man who directed a film called ‘The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes’, considering you went out of your way to name a character after him. Do you think Wilder would be proud of your contribution thus far to the Holmesian narrative and a 21st century audience? Why or why not?”

– “Earlier this year the BBC went on record to state how involved you are with advocacy for the LGBT community, is there a reason, then, you made every LGBT on-screen character in Sherlock, thus far, a sexual predator?”

– “One of my favorite moments - and I suspect yours too - in all of Doyle’s canon comes from the Adventure of the Three Garridebs. You perfectly captured the raw emotion of the original story in that brief nod during The Final Problem. What made you choose Garridebs for one of Eurus’ mind games?”

so in let’s play minecraft - most dangerous game x, ryan mentions that michael usually cleans the office, which leads me to this:

vicious, poster-boy-for-anger-issues, famous criminal michael jones who cleans up after everyone else in the crew in his typical angry way: by picking up their trash, storming into their various rooms, and throwing it about while yelling at them about “fucking being CLEAN, like fucking human beings, and not leaving shit everywhere like it’s fucking spring break in fucking florida or some shit, i don’t give a fuck, this shit’s been here for a WEEK because NO ONE FUCKING FEELS LIKE PICKING UP THE FUCKING LIVING ROOM ONCE IN A FUCKING BLUE ASSHOLE, NO, IT’S GOTTA BE FUCKING MICHAEL TO ACTUALLY DO SHIT WHILE EVERYONE SITS ON THEIR FUCKING ASSES AND SHITS ALL OVER THE FLOOR

gavin is the biggest offender when it comes to leaving a trash trail everywhere he goes, and squawks the loudest when michael is emptying the trash can out on his bed.

ray doesn’t give a shit, and usually lets michael rage around his room with red bull cans while he continues to play tetris on his phone.

everyone call tell when hurricane michael hits geoff’s room, because of the audible “oh, COME ON” and the various aborted attempts to reason with the lad as various gold-plated and pink-colored objects are smothered in fast-food wrappers.

as jeremy is rarely in his room — he can rarely sit still for long, preferring to be out and about, tinkering with the cars, or working out — he often has the unique opportunity to watch the hurricane building as michael plows through shared spaces, muttering to himself at increasing volumes, and as such usually slips out the door before michael has the chance to go off on him. ( mama dooley didn’t raise no bitch, but she certainly didn’t raise no fool. ) sometimes, he even plays the instigator before making his escape, sidling up to a murderous michael and asking with barely hidden glee, “whatcha doin’ there, buddy?” when the storm breaks — after jeremy’s out the door — michael just throws some shit into his room with an angry “not even FUCKING HERE” and moves on.

in stark contrast to the first few times this happened — during which she got just about as pissed as michael and would yell back at him — jack is utterly calm about it, and usually the last stop on michael’s route, because a) he’s usually almost out of trash at that point, and b) she just sits there with her arms folded and stares him down until he runs out of steam, and can always be counted on to help him pick up whatever’s left and follow up michael’s tantrum with stern warnings to the boys.

ryan is the only person who does not get affected by cleaning day, because he keeps fairly clean and michael knows it. this is not to say he’s immaculate: there are staggering amounts of diet coke cans left on the kitchen counter every day. but they aren’t left lying all around the house, and that’s what michael cares about. ( plus, every saturday morning, ryan washes out the soda cans and puts them in a bag for recycling, drives them out to a “can man” who weighs the bag and gives him money for the cans, and then donates the cash however he sees fit, usually to an animal shelter or buying a homeless person a meal. so the cans don’t remain in the kitchen for very long. he’s crazy, not heartless. ) and while his room is untidy as all get out — that’s where all the cans are strewn about — ryan tends to keep his mess contained and out of the general living space.

the one time michael did try to include him in the tempest, the can he was attempting to chuck at ryan’s head was suddenly impaled by a throwing knife. it was extremely sobering.

i may have lied. ryan’s not the only person to be safe from michael’s wrath on cleaning day. nobody pulls that shit on lindsay and lives.

i want you (m) pt.1

Originally posted by jjks

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut (incl. public sex, bathroom sex, teasing etc..)

word count: 5k

description: i want you, and i can tell you want me too

a/n: it’s like 6am and i started writing at 3 but i wanted it out today as an apology for the yoongi fic, lol


[12:01AM] are u coming?

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Kaiba: Wheeler you are a worthless dog who isn’t worth anyone’s time. You will never amount to anything you deadbeat and your dueling skills are abysmal at best. 

Also Kaiba: *invites Joey to his tournament even after having to deal with his friendship nonsense in Battle City and also claiming he is a shit duelist*

Also Kaiba: *goes out of his way to poke fun at Joey just to elicit a response any chance he can get even if they aren’t in a conversation with each other initially*

Also Kaiba: *answers Joey’s phone-call even though he has absolutely no reason to and is at work, a place he claims to require perfection and efficiency in at all times, while worrying about the state of his company*

Also Kaiba: *accepts every duel challenge Joey has ever given him despite claiming that Joey wouldn’t be a challenge for him and therefore shouldn’t bother*

Also Kaiba: *doesn’t openly show care for anyone but his brother, but still goes out of his way every now and then to make sure Joey doesn’t die stupidly or really get too hurt* (insert gifset and manga screenshots of every time this happens here)

Kaiba: And you’re especially not worth my time, Mutt.

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kravitz is such a sweet and darling gay boy.. the first 2 times taako flirts with him he goes absolutely silent for a good 20 seconds or so (besides from some stuttering); he’s just so flustered and confused!!! why is this gorgeous elf boy flirting with him!!!! he doesn’t know what to do ‘cuz he’s just so darn overwhelmed

he probably didn’t even know if taako was being serious or not until he was invited by him to a place called the ‘chug n’ squeeze’ where everyone was on a date and taako was sat waiting expectantly for him

but even after that he doesn’t seem sure!! he doesn’t want to jump to any conclusions and make unwanted moves on taako!!! so he only lightly flirts w/ him (”i like your…renegade style there”) and tries his best to keep his cool when taako touches his hand. the only reason he felt uncomfortable early in the date was because he couldn’t figure out taako’s intentions !!

apparently not knowing was driving him crazy so he worked up the nerve and asked taako if it was a date, and literally as soon as taako told him he liked him, krav went into full ‘hopelessly smitten’ mode (”i’ve had a lovely evening″, “will i be seeing you again?” “(about taako dying) even so, we have ways of working around that.”/“if that’s the case, hopefully not too soon!”)

they’re just…so adorable, and so in love. kravitz wants to date this cute elf boy so dang bad, and i’m glad they’re together

The second he picks up Yuri’s call, he knows something is wrong. There’s something about the lack of anger in his voice, and how his breathing wavers whenever he doesn’t speak. Sure, he’s rarely in a good mood, but this feels different and Otabek doesn’t like it.

“Yura,” he begins, and Yuri immediately quiets down. Something’s definitely up. “You don’t sound well. Are you okay?”

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