John Green if you could stop socially and financially benefiting from appropriating and romanticising my mental illness then that would be swell.
Laverne Cox and Lupita N’yongo literally have inspired so many trans women and black women and have done so much to encourage them and meanwhile they are less influential than an ugly oatmeal reptilian alien and a manchild who wrote a scene where two pretentious terminally ill teenagers make out at the Anne Frank Memorial
dumb trust law things
A meeting of trustees must be quorate, and a quorum is the majority of trustees.
For there to be a decision, there must be consensus between the majority of trustees, not just the majority of those gathered.
The decision will be void unless all trustees have been consulted - Wyse v Abbott
Every trust has purposes; a trust will be void if:
- the purpose is too indeterminate or obscure to be interpreted, in which case it is void by ‘reason of uncertainty’ - Hardie v Morison
- the purpose is secret, only to be known to the trustees - Sutherland’s Trs v Sutherland’s Trs
- (however, discretionary trusts, where there is an ascertained or ascertainable class of beneficiaries and the trustees can choose which of them to benefit and to what extent, are lawful - Chrichton v Grierson)
- the purpose is contrary to public policy
- the purpose provides no substantial human benefit - McCaig v University of Glasgow
- the purpose contradicts the ‘rule against perpetuities’ which puts a restriction on the duration of liferents - Law Reform (Miscellaneous Provisions) (Scotland) Act 1968 s 18
Just your daily reminder that capitalism is e e e E E E E E V V V V V I I I I L L L L L L L L L
Shailene Woodley wrote about John Green for Time’s “The 100 Most Influential People,” 2014 [link].
1. I am so thrilled to have been named to the 2014 TIME 100. Shai’s essay is so kind and generous. That sentence about planets and moons is a lovely goal for us all to reach toward. Now, that said, I’m no prophet. I’m a guy who not too long ago tried to wax his chin.
2. Do I really look like that illustration?
I think I’m going to be sick
La Femme yass
Another week passed, from that Saturday to the next. Each day, besides the Monday and Wednesday between, had gone by with them in close contact, yet with some vague, uncomfortable difference, as if she were only putting up with him and were not fully happy with their partnership. Nolan had the luxury of spending time with her on the Saturday, and she seemed to make an effort to hold his hand and maintain a conversation with him, and even allowed him to kiss her as they parted, interestingly enough before late evening had approached them. Nolan had time before he could show up home, for he did not want his parents or siblings to suspect that he had been left earlier than he had hoped for, so he went to spend time alone in a nearby cemetery, to reflect on his recent experiences and to attempt to once again draw inspiration for writing material. Eager to draw synonyms from the looming spiritual energy, he leant back against a gravestone and closed his eyes, thinking of the most shocking and brutal imagery he could muster, before a soothing, sickly sweet sound interrupted his thought process, making his head ache, as if physically grasping for his attention.
“O failure, come, and I shall help you stand.”
Almost instantly, his consciousness abandoned him.
When he came to he was in a setting he was not familiar with; the colour palette was entirely different to what he ought to expect. His distant surroundings were pitch-black, darker than the blackest night if it were so possible. Beneath him there was no ground, but miles of deathly, threatening waters, blood-red, as if ensanguined with the lives of a thousand predecessors. His body was physically paralysed; he saw around but could not move, and yet; despite being in no fit state to move a muscle, his consciousness was able to traverse down the anfractuous labyrinth of dark corridors which lay before him. He had never seen anything like this, never experienced anything like this. He wasn’t sure if he found it fascinating or just terrifying. As his conscious shuddered, a supernal entity emerged from all around him. Initially it was so dark that Nolan felt a shadow had been cast upon him, and he looked all around to try and find its caster, but to no avail; he scanned every inch of the area around him but there was nothing around him that could reasonably be considered to cast this enormous shadow. It was as Nolan was analysing the situation – and it was remarkable in itself that he remained calm – that he noticed the apparent shadow was moving along three dimensions, incredibly, ignoring the architecture of the surfaces encircling them. Despite the considerably bright crimson lighting of the mysterious chamber he had ended up in, the silhouette moved freely of its own accord and seemingly ignored any reflection of light that ought to have affected it. It was as colour, as if by random, began to engulf the entity that Nolan started to realise the extent of the power of the being moving around him, that at the very least it was capable of defying the physics of light, a law that was surely set in stone. The entity had the form of a dark-skinned woman, whose legs to torso were encased in a huge serpentine tail which coiled around the entire room with bright crimson scales and clearly visible dark-green blood vessels stretching all around it. Their hair seemed not to be hair at all, but rather a manifestation of darkness which swayed behind Them and continuously changed form. Nolan, upon inspecting the entity’s body, noticed sub-consciously that Their breasts were quite unimpressive; and immediately his eyes began to gush with blood and ache with pain. The entity smiled at his recoil, stretching Their purple lips, an intense glee somehow becoming noticeable in Their bright white eyes.
“Who are you?” Nolan stuttered as he said it. In reply, the entity’s mouth outstretched to reveal a plethora of ethereal mysticism, with clearly visible sounds echoing out and ringing around the room with poetic symphony.
‘I am the greatest goddes of your world,
And in due time you’ll understand my pow’r;
For failure is not something I accept,
You shall see great goodness within the hour.
I’m not someone you’ll easily forget,
The mistres of eu- and dysphoria,
Your guardian and greatest acquaintance:
The Serpent Princes Serephentia.’
Extract from Book I of ‘Serephentia’s Children’ in which we are introduced to Serephentia for the first time (I’m aware that Nolan is a douche). (via usefulbee)
read this thing i wrote!!
i’m really mega sad i think i’m going to cry somebody be nice to me ):
when u make a mistake