Name: Ayla Age: 20 + n where n is greater than 1 Gender: Robot Self-Photo:
Food: Yes Drink: Virgin maries are nice. Book: The Abhorsen Trilogy Film: CONSTANTINE Tv Show: I don’t really like television. Bands: Kurban, maNga, Mor ve Ötesi Place: İstanbul School Subject: Film Sport: Martial arts were really fun, but this is not to be confused with mixed martial arts, which is mindless brutality and should not be considered a sport. Male Actor: Keanu Reeves (woah) Female Actress: Tilda Swinton
Siblings: No Dream Job: Spaceship mechanic Abhorsen Fears: Spiders, really veiny people Religion: Gamerjabi Tattoos: Only if they could move. Piercings: Ears, the heavens Languages: English and Turkish and Arabic and Fronch and I’m trying my best to learn more Finnish than just the swears, but I mean perkele
Why you joined: Someone at uni was like ‘hey you might like this’ and I did but then everything changed when the social justice warriors attacked First URL: I used to be seninleyim but that name was too mushy and weird and that was back when I still felt things like love and compassion so I’m glad someone else took it
Tagging: anyone who has no mouth and feels like screaming
If you were put off by KlearGear.com’s ridiculous “Non-Disparagement” fee, which penalizes customers for sharing their bad shopping experiences with the public, another online retailer is apparently trying to go one further, by not only banning customers from saying bad things online, but by also forbidding them from even bringing up the threat of a complaint or a credit card chargeback.
“You agree not to file any complaint, chargeback, claim, dispute, or make any public forum post, review, Better Business Bureau complaint, social media post, or any public statement regarding the order, our website, or any issue regarding your order, for any reason, within this 90 day period, or to threaten to do so within the 90 day period, or it is a breach of the terms of sale, creating liability for damages in the amount of $250, plus any additional fees, damages – both consequential and incidental, calculated on an ongoing basis.”
The Terms also claim the customer agrees that, even after the 90 days are up, the “sole method of dispute resolution in all cases… shall be binding arbitration to take place in New York City, with all expenses paid by the respective parties.”
So if your purchase is late, lost, damaged, broken, etc., and you even make the vague statement of “I’m going to write about this on Facebook” or “I’m going to call my bank to cancel this charge,” Accessory Outlet will tag you for $250. And even if you wait the full 90 days for that period to end, the only way to resolve the issue is by traveling — at your own expense — to New York City for an arbitration hearing.
And this is apparently neither a joke nor an exaggerated policy made in the hope that someone will be too scared of the fine to complain.
One Accessory Outlet customer in Wisconsin was fined the $250 for telling the retailer that she would issue a chargeback on her credit card because the $40 iPhone case she’d ordered hadn’t arrived after 10 days. And then when she refused to pay that fine, it was sent to collections.
The customer has sued Accessory Outlet in a New York state court, arguing that the $250 “debt” she is now being hassled over is bogus. According to the complaint [PDF], the “terms are unenforceable, both because they are unconscionable as a matter of law and because [the Plaintiff] never agreed to them.”
That last claim is the most obvious and the easiest to prove. Though the Terms are on the Accessory Outlet website, at no point in the purchase process is the customer required to check a box or otherwise acknowledge that the Terms have been read. We attempted to verify the Plaintiff’s claim by going all the way through the ordering process (up until actually hitting the “complete purchase” button, of course) and could not find any place in which it was even suggested that we read the Terms before placing an order.
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smoke-stacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!
It’s hard enough to explain, you know, when you’re in the throes of it, let alone when you’re trying to process it afterwards.
Part of me never wanted to leave anonymity behind, it never enjoyed being up front, raw, and real. That part reveled in masks, in the instinctive self-preservation that comes with adopting shards of personality to swap out when the need arises.
But then I never really knew what it was to be myself, because I was too busy trying to adapt to everyone else, and I lost myself in numbers and patterns and rhythms and systems so that I wouldn’t have to think about it, so I wouldn’t have to meditate alone in an empty room with nothing but me and myself.
The concept of ‘knowing who I am’ is not something I have ever really felt ready for.
A couple of days after the release of 50 Cent and G Unit’s incendiary “Ah Shit,” a superstar cast of rappers and singers have combined to record a more reflective song about the shooting of Michael Brown and the events of the last couple of weeks in Ferguson. The track’s called “Don’t Shoot,” and it’s credited to The Game, with a featured list that goes like this: Diddy, Rick Rozay, 2 Chains, Fabolous, Wale, DJ Khaled, Swizz Beatz, Yo Gotti, Curren$y, Problem, King Pharaoh and TGT. It’s not bad, either.
How the Logic of "Friendzoning" Would Work If Applied in Other Instances:
*Man walks into a store and finds employee*
Man:Alright, I've had enough. Why haven't you guys hired me?!
Employee:Uh...well sir, when did you put in your application?
Man:I never filled out an application.
Employee:Well sir, we can't consider you for employment if you've never filled out an application.
Man:No, that's bullshit, because I've been coming here for years now, and every single time I tell you all how much I love this store and how much I appreciate your customer service, unlike some of your other customers might I add!
Employee:Well, but that doesn't-
Man:AND I even told you that I didn't have a job!
Employee:But sir, that doesn't indicate to us that you would like a job at our store. And again, if you've never filled out an application, we can't consider you. Besides, we're not hiring.
Man:OH! Not hiring, HA! What a laugh. I see your store go through seasonal workers all the time. They come and go like nothing, but you won't consider me as a part-time employee even though I KNOW you've been looking for workers to fill positions? That's insane!
Employee:Sir, we've been looking to hire a few people for management positions. Do you have any management experience?
Man:Well no, but what does that matter?
Employee:...Well sir, that's what we're looking for. You won't be suitable for the position without management experience.
Man:Oh that's such a load of crap. You know, you'll be waiting around a long time for a manager if you don't lower your standards a little. Who cares if someone knows how to manage a store? I LOVE this store and I'm willing to work here, that's all that should matter to you.
Employee:That...doesn't make any sense.
Man:NO! I'm done. This is over. From now on, no more Mr. Nice Guy.
I’ve seen a lot of things on my dash this week about youth suicides and yes, youth suicides are very sad. As you read the following, please keep in mind that I am in no way saying that they’re not a problem. The third leading cause of death in the 10-24 age range is absolutely a public health issue that needs attention.
But according to the CDC’s most recent information on the topic, US citizens in the 10-24 age range are almost half as likely to commit suicide as people in the 65+ age range, who currently are even less likely than people in the 25-64 year range.
The upshot of all this is that while, yes, you should absolutely provide support to the young, people of all ages need help and compassion and attention.
In hospitals and in the way mental health is taught to health care providers, but especially in the general public, the tendency seems to be to focus on the most traditionally sympathetic generation of people affected—the very young—to the exclusion of people who are at greater risk. I have not yet reached my psychiatric nursing course, but the brief section on aging in my process course mentioned suicide risk once, in an offhand way. Teaching of these statistics is insufficient to say the least.
In conclusion, while you should keep an eye out for symptoms of depression and warning signs of suicidal ideation in everyone, maybe spend more time with the people you wouldn’t necessarily suspect. Make sure that everybody you care about knows you’re there for them, regardless of age, even if all you can do is listen. Sometimes just letting someone know they’re not alone can be enough to get them through a crisis.
1. He looked at her longingly, as he imagined her exotic, mashed potato skin laying gently against his.
2. She took off his shirt, his skin glistening in the sun like a glazed doughnut. The glaze part, not the doughnut part.
3. His eyes looked like eyes because they were eye-shaped, not almonds.
4. Mr. Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall-person, handsome features, and his crust of a Shepherd’s pie complexion.
5. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Mary,” she replied as the strap of her dress slipped off her marzipan shoulder.
6. She didn’t know it yet but the girl of her dreams had just walked in. Her eyes were radiant and her skin glowed with mozzarella undertones.
7. She was beautiful, elegant. Like a tall clear glass filled with raw pasta.
8. His body had the color and shape of raw ground beef.
9. He traced his fingers along her supple, cauliflower skin.
10. She stepped out of the car and and was delighted by the cool summer breeze that brushed against her legs. She had been sitting in the sun earlier and welcomed the relief of this fresh air on her mayonnaise legs.
This 50 Shades of Grey synopsis is looking pretty good
“Physics teaches us that the fastest thing in the universe is the speed of light. Common sense and organisational politics teach us the fastest thing is actually the rumour mill.”—Phil Lapsley, Exploding the Phone: The Untold Story of the Teenagers and Outlaws Who Hacked Ma Bell
first the aesthetic generator….. now the fursona generator!! if u have ever wondered what your fursona would be or you want a change, now u can discover the fursona Of Your Dreams…. (warning for some body horror text!)
mossy pigeon. it is a farmhand. it only listens to metal.
guys this generator is gold i’ve gotten so many weird results
like, abyssal pomeranian. it lives alone in a dense forgotten wilderness. it wishes it were a cloud.
sure why not let’s do this
"garbage turtle. it drools constantly. it is a nature spirit. ” Perfect.
“shimmering lilac bee. it has an unknowable amount of eyes. it lives alone in a dense forgotten wilderness.”
'punk panther. it flickers in and out of this plane of reality. its purse costs more than most people's cars.'
I did a thing about a year ago, but I’ve been digging through my drafts lately and the graphic was too neat to delete.
As with most astrology, the detailed analysis was %50 vaguely right. I’ve been told by an amateur astrologer that I exhibit a number of traits that aren’t characteristic of my sun sign (she pinned me as a definite Sagittarius until I told her I was born in July), but also that being a Leo with Pisces ascendant means my chronic indecision makes sense.
“Frank Ocean wrote a fantastic ballad that was truly lovely and poetic in every way, there just wasn’t a scene for it. I could have thrown it in quickly just to have it, but that’s not why he wrote it and not his intention. So I didn’t want to cheapen his effort. But, the song is fantastic, and when Frank decides to unleash it on the public, they’ll realize it then.”
— Quentin Tarantino explaining why he didn’t use the song in “Django Unchained.”