#alai morales

[scorpjns]

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#soy luna #valentina zenere icons #Valentina Zenere #Ámbar Smith #ambar smith #ambar smith icons #alai morales #karol sevilla

[jailforwriter]

Hey, good lookin'!

Greetings and salutations, fellow word-arranger! I see that you also enjoy the art of reshuffling letters until they spell out cool stuff. That sounds like a pretty solid basis for a friendship, hmm...

This is a little nook for all things writing! It covers everything from tips and book reviews to the very backbone of society (memes, duh). The aim here is to build a nice community and foster friendships and support and all of that good stuff. Writing can be pretty lonely, so let's make it a little less so!

About me

Hey, I'm Alai. I'm a queer Venezuelan girly, mid-20's, looking to become more active in the writeblr community. Some of my other interests include philosophy, Greek mythology, all sciences (I have an Honors degree in Laboratory Medicine!) and everything to do with the Classics.

My focus is on fantasy and queer romance, but I'm open to all sorts of genres and do very much read other stuff on the reg. Also really into Sci-Fi, Thrillers, Horror and Literary Fiction.

Most of my work is novel-centric, but I also love reading short stories and poetry and cannot resist a good out context quote lol.

Lover of all things character-driven and morally ambiguous, pyrrhic victories, interpersonal drama, tragic losers doomed by the narrative, and the liberal use of Catholic Guilt™️ as literary garnish.

I'm an only child who once heard that sharing is caring, so please hit me with your best WIP and let's chat about it! We can even hold each other (accountable so we can get it DONE).

WIPs

The Paradox of Nonchoice (Adult Fantasy/Romance)

Summary: Nahia is an angel who, after years of studying human culture and behavior in the heavenly realm of Zion, is finally sent to Earth on her first assignment: to grant the deepest desire of the first person she meets. With the support of her mentor and sisters, along with a promise to reunite with her mother should she succeed, the stage is set for God's newest angel to carry out His word. However, when Nahia learns that her ward – a disillusioned handywoman by the name of Rory – wants something she isn't altogether prepared to give, the indentured angel must decide whose orders to follow: if God's, or her heart's. Note: there's a TON more to this plot, I promise!! But unfortunately, any particulars I may give would constitute an absolutely gargantuan spoiler lol. Tropes: soulmates, forced proximity (kinda if you squint), co-workers to lovers (squint a bit more just trust me lmao), absolutely rancid sibling dynamics, mommy issues, daddy issues, crisis of faith, Everything Is A Lie Nothing Is Sacred, loser women cringefailing, "ah, you're one of them queers", The Catholic Church. TWs: religious trauma, suicide, violence, blood, slight body horror, France (mentioned).

Will be looking for betas and feedback very soon, so please stay tuned! Updates to come on this blog. If anyone's at all interested, any sort of engagement would be very welcomed and appreciated :)

Happy writing!

#writeblr #writing #wip tag #writing community #writeblr intro

[rhikasa]

which oc are you most excited about recently? could you tell me a bit about them? :3c

Hey @albatris, thanks for the ask! ♥️ I know I haven't been as active as I'd like to be the past few months (burnout and such), but I've still been just as focused on my wips in the meantime. That being said, I've been rather excited about Silas lately; I've been working though his relationships with other people, mainly Ella and Alais.

Although he is not very approachable and rarely shows his emotions, Silas secretly has a strong sense of empathy, but he longs to remain solitary. The path of vengeance is a dangerous one, and he doesn't want to put anyone else at risk. He is afraid of keeping people close to him because love has the possibility of being used against him. Regardless, he can't help but catch feelings and starts to fall for Ella. Despite clashing with one another at the beginning, Ella becomes a sort of moral rock for him to steady himself on since she's been down a similar path and is intimately familiar with the damage it can do to one's self. If I could sum up the vibe of their relationship, it'd be with this post.

Alais, on the other hand, becomes a little brother figure in Silas' life. While Ella guides Silas along the path of becoming a better person (than he was before at least, he's still a little feral if I'm to be honest), Alais helps him feel more comfortable expressing his emotions and generally being more "vulnerable" around others. Alais' family was rather touchy-feely, and his need for connection opens up something within Silas that he locked away years ago.

#answered asks #wos oc. alais kalagin #wos oc. elizabeth hart #wos oc. silas #this trio has a special place in my heart

[harfzen]

[sorqpmusicmin]

LINEUP: 2023 JUNE-JULY ORDINARY TIME

(note: song titles in Bold Font are changes from previous lineup)

PAMBUNGAD NA AWIT:

Dambana ng Panginoon (Pista ng Sambayanan) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

Pag-aalaala - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

KYRIE: Panginoon Kaawaan Mo Kami (Pista ng Sambayanan) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

GLORIA: 

Papuri sa Diyos (Tinapay ng Buhay) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

Papuri sa Diyos (Blessed Trinity Mass) - Ryan Cayabyab [link] [sheet music]

SALMO: Salmong Tugunan (Misa Antonio) - Fr. Allan Antonio [video] [sheet music]

AWIT SA MABUTING BALITA: 

Aleluya! - Fr. Joselito I. Jopson [video] [sheet music]

Aleluya (Pista ng Sambayanan) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [video] [sheet music]

AWIT SA PAG-AALAY: 

Pag-aalay, Pag-aalaala - Fr. Neil Sevilla [link] [sheet music]

Pag-aalay -  Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

Unang Alay - Fr. Rey Magnaye [link] [sheet music]

SANCTUS:

Santo (Pista ng Sambayanan) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

Santo (Misa Antonio) - Fr. Allan Antonio [link] [music sheet]

AKLAMASYON:

Aming Ipinahahayag (Pista ng Sambayanan) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

Aming Ipinahahayag (Misa Antonio) - Fr. Allan Antonio [link] [sheet music]

DOXOLOGY: 

Dakilang Amen (Pista ng Sambayanan) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [video] [sheet music]

Amen (World Youth Day ‘95) - Fr. M.V. Francisco, SJ [video] [sheet music]

PATER NOSTER/EMBOLISMO: 

Ama Namin/Sapagkat (Tinapay ng Buhay) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

Ama Namin/Sapagkat (Sa Iyong Tahanan) - John Paul Morales & Danne Steven Galve [link] [sheet music]

AGNUS DEI: 

Kordero ng Diyos (Pista ng Sambayanan) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

Kordero ng Diyos (Misa Antonio) - Fr. Allan Antonio [link] [sheet music]

KOMUNYON:

Isang Bansa - Fr. Eduardo Hontiveros, SJ [link] [sheet music]

Pagkakaibigan - Fr. Charlie  Cenzon, SJ & Fr. Bong Santos, SJ  [link] [sheet music] [chords]

Iesu Panis Vitae - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music] [chords]

Tinapay ng Buhay - (Tinapay ng Buhay) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music] [chords]

PANGWAKAS NA AWIT: 

Purihi’t Pasalamatan - Fr. Eduardo Hontiveros, SJ [link] [sheet music]

Tanda ng Kaharian ng Diyos -  Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music] [chords]

Sama-samang Ipangalat (Pista ng Sambayanan) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

ENGLISH MASS:

ENTRANCE: All the Ends of the Earth - Bob Dufford [link] [sheet music] [chords]

KYRIE: Lord Have Mercy  [link] [chords]

GLORIA:

Glory to God (Heritage Mass) - Owen Alstott [link] [sheet music] [chords] [midi]

Glory to God - Fr. Nilo Mangussad [link] [sheet music] [chords]

RESPONSORIAL PSALM: Responsorial Psalm [link] [sheet music]

GOSPEL ACCLAMATION: 

Aleluya! - Fr. Joselito I. Jopson [video] [sheet music]

Aleluya (Pista ng Sambayanan) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [video] [sheet music]

PROFESSION OF FAITH: RECITED ONLY

OFFERTORY: Take this Bread and Wine - Lester Delgado [link] [sheet music]

SANCTUS:

Holy (Heritage Mass) - Owen Alstott [link] [sheet music]

Holy - Fr. Nilo Mangussad [link] [sheet music]

MEMORIAL ACCLAMATION: We Proclaim - Fr. Nilo Mangussad [link] [sheet music]

DOXOLOGY: 

Dakilang Amen (Pista ng Sambayanan) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [video] [sheet music]

Amen (World Youth Day ‘95) - Fr. M.V. Francisco, SJ [video] [sheet music]

PATER NOSTER / EMBOLISM: Our Father / Doxology to the Lord’s Prayer (Light from Light) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music] [chords]

AGNUS DEI: Lamb of God - Fr. Nilo Mangussad [link] [sheet music]

COMMUNION:

Christ is Living in Me - Susan Peñaflor, FSP & Nathaniel Gosgolan [link] [sheet music]

How Lovely is Your Dwelling Place - Fr. A.C. Aquino, SJ [link] [sheet music] [chords]

Hidden God - Ronan Ferrer [link] [sheet music]

Anima Christi - J. Arboleda/N. Agatep [link] [chords]

RECESSIONAL: Tell the World of His Love - Trina Belamide [link] [sheet music] [chords]

#lineup #ordinary time

[sinisterexaggerator]

Stars Above! | Cad Bane

Chapter 12

Explicit: Slow Burn, Gratuitous Smut, Porn with Plot, Canon-Typical Violence, Mildly Dubious Consent, Angst, Tatooine Slave Culture

This chapter: Blood, gore, death, physical injury.

Notes: To me, Jabba has more than one or two Rancors. This is not Muchi, and this is not Pateesa. This may very well be the mother of Pateesa because I say so ;D (the Rancor Luke Skywalker eventually kills).

Word count: 4.3k

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“If I had known you planned to kill him, I wouldn’t have brought him here,” Boba Fett stated openly before his audience with Jabba upon his throne.

“Boba… Jee oidn't. Made pej oecision oefying jeesh.”  

Boba Fett was Jabba’s favorite - it was a well-known fact – the young hunter assumed he might be able to use this to his advantage at the present juncture. Though it was true he did not care about, or even like his former mentor, still, he was a skilled and adept hunter who didn’t deserve to go down like that. To be tricked, electrocuted, made to be food for a hungry rancor - it didn’t sit well; he thought Brainee should be ashamed, though perhaps a fitting end. It might also be said Boba had the idea to one day take Bane out himself - to prove once and for all he was the fastest gun – to break the draw. The honor should be his.

“He defied you out of loyalty to his client, and what Brainee did was reprehensible."

Brainee came forward then, one finger extended in a show of contempt and malice. He thought it only fair after what he had been exposed to: a weapon against his head. “Bane threatened me. He pulled his blaster on me! He said he was going to come back for me if I lied to him! I am sure he would have killed me if it suited him.”

“Perhaps, but face-to-face, and maybe just don’t lie,” he offered with a hidden smirk beneath his viewplate.

“So, that’s an excuse? Let me just … wait around to be murdered “nobly” by one of the least moral bounty hunters of our time. You speak of loyalty. He is loyal when it’s to his benefit. Bane is better off dead.”

Brainee had a point; it shut him up. Boba returned his gaze to Jabba through his helmet’s visor. “Do not release the rancor. Maybe I can talk some sense into him.”

“Toooh alay, Boba. Chuga.”

“It is not too late unless you say it is, Jabba. - Hungry? Cad Bane will hardly be a meal.”

“Stang something else shash eat.”

“And if I do, you will release him?”

“Jee widd think ooout lo.”

“I suppose that’s better than nothing. Fine. It shall be done.” Boba left the palace in a flurry, off to find some other type of quarry. An animal, perhaps a bantha or a massif, something, anything, that would satiate the rancor’s appetite along with Jabba’s. That might be the only way to spare the hunter’s life, despite the Hutt only saying he would “think about it.”

Brainee sneered, his expression sullied with his bitterness, though deep down he was worried for himself. If Bane escaped unscathed, his own life would be forfeit, yet he would bet all his credits on Jabba’s pet.

“Better hurry, Fett. He won’t last long down there,” he japed.

---

Cad Bane had passed out for some ten minutes, not realizing where he was until he noted his limbs were still entangled in the lithesome net. His appendages were bound; his hat had fallen off; he coughed. He tasted the distinctive flavor of his blood.

The Duros wormed his hand down, fingers inching toward his leather boots. He bypassed beneath the edge, burrowing the tips until he grasped what he was looking for - the tool that would set him free.

He actuated the humming blade, slicing through the netting, the vibroknife easily shearing the thin strips apart to release his body from its captivity. Every movement stung; he was forced to bend to cut his feet loose. He coughed again, wiping his mouth off on the back of his gloved hand.

Sure enough, there was a streak of emerald green. He took a haggard breath, rising to his full stature, then grasping at his chest. He raised his voice, bellowing to the crime lord above, knowing the Hutt could hear him speak, or hear him scream, depending, for the rancor had not yet been freed and Cad was dreading it.

“Jabba! Let me outta dhis damn pit! Might jus’ spare yer life if ye act quick.”

Not the best choice of words, though Cad’s temper could not be pacified once it had been set aflame, but the bounty hunter was in no position to make empty threats.

His verbalized ill intent only seemed to tick the slimeball off, as the gears began to turn on the gate that housed the beast, the Duros grimacing with nearly every inhalation of stale oxygen. It smelled down here.

“Fek,” Cad mumbled to himself, listening to the telltale clinks and grinding of the metal as he backed a pace away, staring at empty space.

Bane knew that she was there, he could sense her; he could feel the creature’s presence, and there was a shadow looming just beyond the darkened threshold of the cage’s maw.

A deafening roar filled the chamber, though Bane’s ear canals were shielded by his skullcap, a towering hulk of muscle and reptilian flesh stepping forward at a pace that was almost leisurely.

Cad studied his adversary, swooping down to scoop his hat up and holster his fallen blaster. He placed the bolero atop his crown, ignoring his own pain for now as he fully faced the monster who slowly bore down upon him. He gave a final warning, hoping that the Hutt might rein her in.

“Unless ye want me te kill dhis thing, ye betta’ wise up, Hutt.”

He was met with no response but a thick, gruff laughter, Bane’s elliptic eyes narrowing into slits. He dug into a pouch he kept attached to his gun belt and retrieved a thermal detonator, impressing a finger upon its trigger.

He tossed it at the rancor but his attempt was thwarted. The creature knocked it back with a sudden extension of its lengthy arm.

“Sspast,” was all he had time to say, dodging and rolling, just as the trill of the small explosive increased, signifying the device was about to splinter. Cad ignited his Mitrinomon thrusters with a quick push of a button on the underside of his forearm gauntlet to travel airborne in reverse.

He tipped his hat down low midflight over his sensitive eyesight, protecting it as the baradium compound became unstable within the tiny sphere, washing the rancor’s dining room in a deadly glow.

The explosion made the rancor even angrier as Bane was thrown against the rock wall just behind him, his hearing ringing in his ears, the white-hot flash of luminescence overtaking half the den’s expanse. He shut his eyes tight beneath his hat, feeling the pain shoot up his spine and back. He cursed himself, thinking this day had gone to kark from the very start.

The creature, though disoriented, ran forward toward him. She swiped at the Duros who had to duck. He activated one gauntlet’s flamethrower, scaring the salivating mess enough to make her ambulate backward on her stubby legs.

“Piss off!!” Cad growled grouchily at the flat-faced being, his own fangs bared, though once the flames died down she returned to her attack.

Bane maneuvered sporadically, gripping cold stone to support himself; the beast retreated with another burst of fire encountering her gaping, tooth-filled mouth.

It gave the hunter sufficient time to recuperate and to gain his footing. He curled his fingers and flicked his wrist, encapsulating one of the monster’s armored arms with his conductive whipcord launcher. Its skin was tough like leather, and perhaps blaster resistance, but a friendly jolt might quiet her enough to sit down and shut up, or so the Duros hoped.

Cad was wheezing as he turned the dial to his contact stunners; it reached max threshold, a bolt of electric blue riding the length of the cable in a zigzag pattern. It found its mark, the rancor giving a choked cry of desperation before it became a kind of pathetic whimper, the animal thrashing against the makeshift leash that encased her limb.

“Don’ like dhat, do ye, ye sow?!” the Duros sizzed, digging his soles into the ground to retain his traction, the creature flailing its head to the left and right.

Bane held his arm steady, activating the sinewy tissue in his biceps. He was lean, gangly, but he wasn’t weak, though the oversized monstrosity began to shortened the distance between them. She tugged on the wire that restricted her; Cad administered another shock.

He was tired, in pain, and bleeding internally, though he kept his cool intact. It took every bit of his remaining strength not to let the rancor win.

Bane shouted out to the audience above; the hunter was leaning toward the cusp of going feral. He had a bone to pick, and he’d wind up gnawing on it before the night was done. “Hutt! S’over. Gonna burn dhis thing te a crisp unless ye-”

“Bane.” He heard Fett call his name, the Duros’ attention diverting momentarily. He caught sight of Boba with a rope loosely held within one hand, the other end drawn taut around a Dewback’s thick, beefy neck. He had come in through the service entrance. Caretakers most likely utilized this path in order to feed and maintain Jabba’s prized possession, though this bit of negligence gave the larger reptile an in to nearly end Cad Bane.

The whipcord tightened; it tensed; it became inflexible. The rancor drew Bane in, giving him seconds to react. His body was jerked forward, upward, one massive claw rising to strike. Cad slammed his palm against the quick release built into his gadgetry, the line connecting him to the rancor severed, and just in time.

However, the beast’s arms were elongated; they stretched to lengths beyond a standard reach to capture prey. Cad reactivated the thrusters on his boots in order to try and zip away.

He put just enough space between them to avoid the full brunt of her deadly swing; he felt the sting. The rancor’s nails stripped a layer of Bane’s armor clean through to his scales. The Nashtah-hide tunic was ripped to shreds, his chest exposed, grazed by the animal’s filthy talons as the force of the slap pushed him into jagged rock.

Bane rebounded involuntarily; he crumbled onto his knees, the contraption on his arm short-circuiting – it shot sparks. This was it. He couldn’t take another blow. It was Boba’s fault. He had distracted him, though the boy now spoke a word: the rancor’s name.

“Seuffa. Here, girl. Look here.”                     

Bane turned his neck, slowly, as he gasped for breath, his apparatus whirring as it compensated, releasing extra oxygen from the canister that resided along his back, though now it leaked as it had cracked at the force of his most recent impact. He watched, stunned, as Boba led the rancor off, coaxing it to follow in the opposite direction from where the Duros struggled to stand on his own two legs; he seemed to be a natural.

Cad heard the crunch of bones - the wailing of the Dewback - the smaller cold-blood’s death rattle. He tried to walk, though he stumbled from side-to-side like a drunken man who had more than his fair share of ale, his broad fingers splayed across his burning lungs.

When Fett returned, he paused to study him. He realized Bane was worse off than he had first observed; he needed help, or a bacta pod, which Boba was well aware of the fact he had one on his ship if he could only convince him to take his assistance.

“Bane, this way. Let us go through the tunnels.”

Cad had a second wind; his brow ridge narrowed in malevolence. He hissed in hatred at Boba Fett, his cuspids revealed to the sockets that lined his gums. He nearly spat his words. “Don’ need yer help, and Ah’m goin’ out de way Ah came!”

Bane withdrew both LL-30’s, pulling one trigger after the other as he aimed up high, forging a man-sized hole in the metal grate that barred him from Jabba’s antechamber. He heard sounds of shock; screams; the shuffling of feet. He slammed his hand down haphazardly upon an array of buttons until he forced his boots to fire. He went skyward with Boba right behind him.

The other hunter had launched himself with the jetpack housed across his shoulders, meaning to stop Cad’s vindictive revenge in its tracks, but before he could ascend and manage to halt the Duros’ instinctual inclinations, he had already lain Brainee out, the Siniteen stewing in a pool of his own viscera and blood – he was riddled with more than twenty shots; burns and scorch marks.

“Bane,” Boba enunciated sternly, though Cad had whisked around; he ignored him, storming forward to mount the dais where Jabba resided. He sucked in all his pain, his anguish, skirting the Hutt’s tail and implanting the barrel of his Persuader against the slug creature’s wide cranium.

The crime lord howled as no one in the room knew what to do. Even Bib Fortuna cowered, having rightfully kept his mouth shut since the start; he was the Hutt’s righthand man, though he wasn’t stupid.

The only other figure who bothered to step forward was the silhouette of a woman; she was tall and thin, rivaling Bane’s own wiry physique. She crossed her arms; she leaned into her hip, a look of curious incredulity spanning her ghoulish face.

Aurra Sing waited patiently, drumming her long fingers across her naked elbow. Her jumper had no sleeves with which to impede her skills, though her weapons, her rifle remained slung across her back. She would ascertain her own role in all of this once Fett said his piece.

She had arrived late to the scene; she had not been here to see Bane fall into the rancor’s den - where Fett was, Aurra was not far behind, as well as the rest of the Krayt’s Claw syndicate.

This situation was new to her, but there had to be a reason for it. She respected Cad, they had worked many jobs together. He was not one to give himself over to emotions without an explanation or a justifiable rationale.

“Stay outta dhis, Fett,” Bane seethed, his eyes molten like the lava of Mustafar. His gaze wandered briefly to his former colleague, a hunter who had also taken Boba beneath her wing. They were not on the best of terms, though it could not be said they hated one another, yet he stood his ground, unsure if Aurra planned to hinder him.

When no one moved a muscle he got close enough to smell him, tasting the putrid flavor of the Hutt upon his lips. His disgusting scent permeated; it traveled, encompassing his olfactory organs. Bane would have retched his guts out if he weren’t so consumed with cutting fury.

“Cad Bane let'z make oeal.  Let jeesh boll an jee  widd give uba 100,000 credits an jee-jee seel norget beet evah happened.”

“He wants to make a deal, Cad,” Boba translated hurriedly, hoping the lure of credits would appease the hunter and call to his base needs - his love of money. “He says he will give you one hundred thousand credits if you let him go and he will forget this ever happened.”

“Warned ye! Gonna hafta do better n’dhat,” Bane’s canines clicked as he felt like biting him; he would not be satisfied until he mocked and ridiculed the worm who called himself a Daimyo. “Wanna know why Ah’m here? Ah’ll tell ye, scuzzball.”

Bane pressed the barrel further inward even as his other hand gripped at his ribs. He was depleted; the ache in his bones was catching up to him. If he wasn’t careful, someone would most assuredly take advantage of his weakness. It would be in his best interest to take the credits and leave while the going was still good, but not before he satiated his bitter indignation.

‘’Ere ‘cause yer weak! Don’ even know when ye got smugglers runnin’ weapons under yer nose. Seperatists still kickin; Tour’s payin’ me te flush ‘em out. Look at’cha; missin’ out on all dhat tribute.”

Jabba squelched a sound of outage with Bane’s LL-30 still so close to his massive head, his tiny arms waving in lividness as he fought back many hostile words. though there was something there; something he could use; he would tempt the hunter with an even bigger reward to right his agitation.

“Stang these smugglers shu an jee widd oouble haku Tour Aryan paying uba!”

“He says bring the smugglers to him, and he will double what the governess is paying you,” Boba relayed quickly.

It was tempting, but Bane knew better. He had already said too much; he had spoken the nature of his task, but his temper had been such that he was unable to control himself.

“Ain’t sellin’ out,” he stated tersely. It was more matter-of-fact than charged with heavy feelings. The Duros was calming down; he did not want to be a failure in the eyes of his clientele. The Empire was a steady source of income this day and age.

“’Ere’s de deal: Ye stay out m’business. Ye give me one hundred thousand creds’ naht te kill ye. Ye let me walk. Don’t exspect te be seein’ me no more.”

“Agreed, Murishani.” Jabba answered without thinking.

“Double-cross me, ye die. Ah’ll find a way te do ye in if it’s de last thing Ah ever accomplish in dhis God’s fersaken galaxy.”

Bane relinquished; he dropped his blaster though he kept a wary eye on everyone around him. He stumbled off the platform, droplets of dark jade leaving a trail with every step he took.

He passed Aurra; he tipped his hat to her before laggardly trudging onward. He paused at the entrance of the palace, his fingers clamping down upon the edge of the last partition that separated him from the outside world.

He barely reached the darkened corridor that would lead him beyond Jabba’s residence as he kept one hand upon his weapon’s holster; it was a warning to the others, anyone who would try to fool with him in this condition. Injured animals in the wild would fight to the very last.

Boba watched him go as he propelled himself with a push from off the wall and around the corner. He would follow, but not before Jabba had given him a new set of orders. The clone glanced to Aurra as the Daimyo spoke, knowing that he would need her help on this; also Bossk and Dengar’s.

“Nind beet ulwan, an stang hoohat jeesh. Jee widd doo hoohat before Tour Aryan.”

“Yes, Jabba.” His new job was to bring the gunrunners to the Hutt before Cad could track them down, yielding them to Tour Aryan. It was a game of chance – let the best hunter win out in the end.

Boba nodded once -  a brief show of supplication to his employer before briskly turning to supervene behind the Duros - Aurra made to join him, but he held one hand aloft.

“Wait here for now,” he commanded with placid authority. She obeyed, though scowling, having little in the way of patience. If he had been any other man …

---

Outside in the dark, Cad Bane fiddled with his comlink, the set of switches that would signal the Justifier to his whereabouts. He received nothing but static from the other end as the device scintillated; miniscule sparks and wayward bolts of electricity nearly electrified his fingers. His face contorted in a show of unamused annoyance as he called his droid, “Todo, come in. Need a pick-up.”

He smacked his gauntlet; it only injured him. He growled out loud; he was frustrated beyond belief as he took a rasping breath. Bane realized he would have to walk it back. He had no way to contact his good-for-nothing robot, no way to summon his ship to him. A weaker man would have sat down in the sand.

It would be ironic to survive all this only to die out in the desert.

Bane put one foot forward and began the long trek into town where his ship was docked at the spaceport in Mos Eisley. Every part of him was suffering; his body, his mind; his psyche. He dipped his head to look at his open wound; the blood would most likely alert a predator. He was thankful he at least still had his blasters, though it was only a small consolation as he could hardly move.

“Bane,” a voice rather softly behind him said. He felt a hand rest atop his shoulder. The Duros jumped; he whirled around, his own hand coming to swipe at Boba’s as he skittered back. He thought to shoot him, blue digits itching at the grip of one seated pistol.

“Keep yer hands off me,” he spat.

“Bane, what are you doing? You'll never make it,” he said with a stern, yet careful calmness.

“Why d'ye care. Yer de one who brought me ‘ere!” Cad retorted, eyes flaring as his temper began to rise once more.

“I had no idea things would turn out so badly. I didn’t think-”

“Nah, ye didn’ think, did ye?” Bane turned again, marching onward, though sluggish; he was slow.

“You need help,” Boba did not relent; he kept on following him, matching his speed to walk along beside the irate grump.

“Don’ want it! Dhat’s what’s wrong with ye. Told ye dhat. Too compassionate.”

Bane ignored him otherwise, physically pretending he wasn’t there right at his side. Cad refused to look at him, instead facing the sprawling dunes he would have to conquer in order to get back to his ship alive.

“Would you have me work for the Empire then? To be like you?”

“A job’s a job, but maybe so. Need a lil’ backbone.” Bane took a breath that rattled, nearly dropping to one knee. He righted himself before he could fall, however unsteadily.

“Bane, you’re going to die out here if you try to walk all the way back to Mos Eisley, if you care.”

“Dhen so be it,” the Duros responded flatly.

Boba stopped in his footsteps. He let him meander another pace or two away. He removed his blaster; he aimed it at his former mentor and took his shot – it was set for stun - Fett only shook his head.

“Stubborn old fool. Your pride will be the death of you.”

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Boba made the effort to drag Cad back to an awaiting land speeder. It was Brainee’s, but he would not be needing it again. He situated him in the best possible position: stretched out so as not to cause him any more undue pain.

Fett had no idea why he was even doing this; the Duros didn’t want his help. Should he find him aboard his ship alongside Todo, who knew what he would do. There might even be another duel.

Ultimately, he might have felt a small amount of guilt. He had once admired him, then he had tried to take his life. Disagreements happened all the time; he had learned to watch his back. Even Aurra had come crawling when he least expected it. Still, he had been the one to betray Bane; he had wanted off the job, and was willing to protect those people. If he had stuck it out, maybe there would have been another way for him to get his way.

Yet despite his crookedness, Boba could not leave him there alone in the harsh climate of the planet Tatooine – not in his condition - it was an unforgiving place. Besides, he would be eaten by a massif, or some other carnivorous creature like a sandswimmer, perhaps. In this state he was a sitting mynock.

It was the thoughts of those times he fed him, put him to bed, or let him cry to him that solidified Fett’s resolve; the times they had spent together with his father, Jango.  

Maybe Bane was right: he was too soft. However, he supposed the man might thank him one day if their paths ever crossed again.

Instead of going directly to the port where he knew the Justifier remained unattended except most likely by his droid, Boba did what he thought was best; he needed someone to monitor and care for him, and it could not be him.

Bane would not stand for that. It was ridiculous; ludicrous to even entertain it, though this woman he had taken a fancy to seemed like she might be the type to attend to his needs and wounds.

Fett left the speeder running as he approached her simple dwelling. Bane was still knocked out cold, thankfully unconscious, as he would have surely protested. He had not noticed that his own armor was coated with a thin sheen of sticky green.

He rapped three times and waited, glancing back to note the Duros’ breath was shallow. He needed bacta.

He had forgotten his appearance; his helmet was still on. The girl answered and mildly gasped. She appeared frightened, her fingers gently grasping at the edge of her hut’s doorframe as she studied him; her eyes were two different colored jewels that sparkled in the night.

Fett cleared his throat; she was in nothing but a nightgown. Her raven hair was down and framed her face of a lovely shade of purple, or maybe pink. It was unique. He fumbled for his words, deciding to remove his beskar headgear first, his handsome face revealed along with dark locks of chocolate brown.

“Who-who are you?” she meekly stuttered. “What do you want? It’s late. Perhaps you have the wrong address.” She moved to press the button that would close the door; Boba stuck his boot out and halted her.

“Come with me.”

Her lower lip quivered; perhaps she thought she was being kidnapped, or forced into coercion by this strange person who expressed his necessity of her.

“I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t know w-”

“It’s Bane. He needs help.” Fett moved to the side, giving her a clear view of the vehicle that resided close behind him. He took this time to observe her - the golden slave collar at her throat – she was beautiful. Boba could see why the Duros favored her.

The girl’s expression changed; her eyebrows furrowed inward in a state of pure alarm as she caught sight of Cad in the backseat of the land speeder. She moved to rush beyond him; her hand reached out; he blocked her path using his right arm as a barrier to access. “Get dressed first, and hurry.”

She reluctantly stayed silent, tears forming in her eyes, then turned around to obey his hushed command.

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[akinci]

KUL HAKKI ;

Her zaman ve sadece para-pul,

dünya malı değildir

Bazen bir kalptir, kırılmaması gerekirken

kırıp parçaladığımız, kazanılması gerekirken umursamadığımız..

Bazen bir gönüldür, vermemiz gerekirken vermediğimiz, almamız gerekirken

almadığımız..

Kederini dağıtmamız gerekirken önemsemeyerek yanından geçtiğimiz..

Bazen bir itibar ve haysiyettir, korunması gerekirken yerle bir ettiğimiz

Bazen bir onurdur, ayaklar altına alınmaması gereken..

Bazen bir özveridir, bulunulması gereken..

Bazen bir bakıştır, hakaretle baktığımız..

Bazen bir dildir, alay ettiğimiz, iftira attığımız.

Evet bu küçücük dil...

Hem alay vesilesidir, hem moral

Hem yergi aracıdır, hem övgü

Hem ateş yakma sebebidir, hem ateşi söndürme

Onca nimet varken kul hakkı yemeyin

Hacı Bektaş-i Veli

[digestsbymarianpurpleink]

People vs. Alay-ay, G.R. No. 94310, 30 June 1993

Doctrine: 

Relevant discussion in the book of Reyes:

When no force or violence was employed in the taking, as victim was already heavily wounded.

In this case, the personal properties were taken after accused-appellant had already successfully carried out his primary criminal intent of killing the victim and the taking did not necessitate the use of violence or force upon the person of the victim nor force upon anything. Considering that the victim was already heavily wounded when his personal properties were taken, there was no need to employ violence against or intimidation upon his person. Accused-appellant can only be held guilty of the separate offense of theft. (People vs. Basao, G.R. No. 128286, July 20, 1999). 

FACTS

Between 5:30 and 6:00 in the morning of March 22, 1985, Felomena Franche – the victim, was tending her store at Dau Homesite, Dau, Mabalacat, Pampanga. Saldy Guela, grandson of Felomena, was staying in the same house of the victim’s daughter – Mila Pineda. Suddenly, Saldy heard a woman shouting, "Mila, Mila, somebody is hitting your mother's head." Upon hearing this, Saldy stood up and looked out the window. He saw a man inside the store hitting the head of his grandmother, Felomena Franche, with a two-foot-long piece of wood. When the man was about to get out of the store, Saldy saw his face and recognized him as "COT", who frequently drank liquor at the store. He went downstairs but upon reaching the ground, "COT" was already scaling the wall. Thus, Saldy proceeded to the store where he carried his grandmother. 

About 6:00 that same morning, Natividad de la Cruz, who was on her way to the store of Felomena Franche, saw appellant, Virgilio Alay-ay, alias "Cot" whom she had known since 1972, jump over the fence of said store. Appellant was carrying a Sanyo transistor radio which Natividad recognized as the property of Felomena, because she always saw Felomena use it whenever she Natividad went to the store. 

Meanwhile, Mila Pineda, Saldy Guela and a neighbor, Jimmy, succeeded in reviving the unconscious Felomena. Afterwards, Mila and another neighbor brought Felomena to the Pampanga Polymedic Hospital. On the way to the hospital, Mila asked her mother "Who hit you?" and she answered, "It was Cot" 

At the Pampanga Polymedic Hospital, Dr. Carmelo Mendiola attended to Felomena Franche. At past 8:00 that same morning, the case was referred to Dr. Eduardo Buencamino, who found Felomena unconscious, in shock, with multiple injuries on the face and head and blood coming out from her nose and mouth. He ordered resuscitative measures which, however, proved unsuccessful. At 10:10 that morning, Felomena Franche was declared dead. 

Virgilio Alay-Ay was found guilty of the crime of Robbery with Homicide and sentenced to life imprisonment.

ISSUE/S

Whether the accused shall be convicted of the separate crimes of Homicide and Theft instead of the special complex crime of Robbery with Homicide. 

RULING

The Court ruled in the AFFIRMATIVE.

Citing the ruling in the case of People v. Evardo:

  . . . To sustain conviction for the special complex crime of robbery with homicide, it must be established with certitude that the killing was a mere incident to the robbery, the latter being the main purpose and objective of the criminals. It contemplates a situation where the homicide resulted by reason or on the occasion of the robbery (People vs. Robante, 178 SCRA 552 [1989].

In the case at bar, it cannot be said with moral certainty that accused appellant's intention was to steal the radio and money and that the killing of the victim was a mere incident to the robbery.

The testimony by Saldy Guela that the accused-appellant had been frequently drinking at the store tended by the victim for about three (3) months prior to the killing. There is also testimony by Mila Pineda that accused-appellant had always been quarreling with the victim and it could have been due in part to the fact that accused-appellant had been enamored of her.

Given these two variables, a possible scenario could have been the following:

Accused appellant, went very early to see the victim at the store that fateful day. He might have tried to physically display his affections, if one could call it that, toward the victim. She must have resisted, or worse, laughed him off, and he must have resented it. One thing might have led to another with the end result that he hit her with a piece of wood. In his escape he grabbed her Sanyo transistor radio, as a souvenir, 22 and the P100 peso-bill to provide for his fare to Bamban, Tarlac.

What the Court is pointing out is that there is a dearth of evidence to show that the accused-appellant had the intention to steal cash and other valuables in the store and that he killed the victim on occasion of the robbery. As such he cannot be convicted of the crime of robbery with homicide but of two specific crimes, that of homicide and theft.

#criminal law

[operasyon]

Epeydir politikaya değinmedim.

Artık sosyal medyada bi Kılıçdar antipatisi nihayet başlamış. Ama bu insanların çoğu daha son seçimde bile gidip chp'ye oy verdiler. Kılıçdarın gerçek yüzünü ancak gördüler!

Benim eleştirilerim kaç yıllık?

Eminim ilk yazdığımda insanlar garipsemiştir bile. Neden iktidar duruken muhalefete böyle bir eleştiri?

Çünkü en sonunda görüldüğü gibi sorun iktidarda değildi muhalefetteydi. Hala da öyle.

Kılıçdar komedi programlarına rakip. Aklımızla alay eden sadece iktidar değil.

Mesela seçimden sonra ilk zam dalgası oldu Kılıçdar dedi ki " Hadi şimdi yapın seçimi de yine kazanın görelim"

Yani bir sürü zam olmuş. Vatandaş bunu beklemiyormuş. Akp biten seçimin hemen peşinden bir seçim daha yapsa Kılıçdar kazanacakmış.

Bu nasıl bir akıl yürütme?

Bunu beş yaşında çocuk söyler mi?

İktidar zar zor kazandığı bir seçimin hemen peşinden gelin bi seçim daha yapalım der mi? Milyonda bir ihtimal var mı? Yok.

Bunu söylerken herif iktidarla dalga geçmiyor ki bizle geçiyor. Vatandaşla dalga geçiyor.

Bir kaç gün önce seçimde istemiyor bu sefer. "İktidarı bize bırakın ortadoğuya barışı biz getiririz" diyor.

Buna diyecekler ki " Gel kardeş biz bu koltukların bu makamların tümünü sana bırakıyoruz, beceremedik. Gel sen yap"

Bu sözler sadece dalga geçmek de değil. Şu sözler de zerre kadar gerçekçilik zerre kadar ciddiyet var mı?

İnsan bu kadar gayrı ciddi, gerçekten bu kadar uzak birine nasıl güvenebilir?

Velevki bir mucize olsun. "Tamam kardeş gel iktidarı sana bırakıyoruz" deseler ne karşılık verecek?

Yüzde bin eminim şuna benzer bir şeyler söyler " yok biz öyle onursuz biçimde millet iradesini sizden teslim almayız. Demokrasinin gereği oalrak iktidar da sizin olmanız gerek. Vatandaş bu görevi size verdi. Biz ancak bir sonraki seçimde kazanırsak bileğimizin hakkıyla bu görevi alabiliriz."

O da biliyor. Gideceğini bildiğinden gitmeden moral bozucu son dalgalarımı geçiyim. Hepsi benim ne kadar ciddiyetten uzak biri olduğumu, onlarla dalga geçtiğimi iyice anlasınlar diye uğraşıyor.

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Chp de yakın gelecekte umut yok. Özgür özeli kılıçdardan farklı görmüyorum.

Aklımdan genel başkan adayı olarak geçirdiğim adamlar da ayrı komedi.

Birini takip ediyorum eski savcı. Sol kanat filan demiş kendine. Adam daha tivit atamıyor. Atıyor da zahmet edip atmıyor. Heee... ana akım medyayı sana verecekler gel fikirlerini her gün büyük tv kanallarında açıkla diyecekler. Gazeteler her gün onu yazacak sanki. Elindeki her araçla düşüncelerini bile anlatamıyorsan en başta umutsuz vakasın.

Daha tivitırı bile etkin biçimde kullanamıyorsa, Atatürk kalkıp gelse faydasız.

Emekli askeri takip ediyorum. Adam yaşına göre çok çalışkan gerçekten. Her gün halka gerçekleri anlatmaktan bıkmıyor. Vizyonu yok. Chp genel başkanlığını sanki Atatürk'ten alacak. Hayaline bile sığdıramıyor! Tutuyor milletvekili aday adaylığına soyunuyor. Tabii milletvekili aday adayı bile olamadı. Seçilemeyeceği bir yere bile koymadılar, jest olsun diye adının aday adayı olarak bile yazmadılar.

Kısaca: garp cephesinde yeni bir şey yok, chp de umut yok.

Chp de umut olmayışı belkide iyi bişeydir.

[karaca2508-blog]

Mobbing: Psikolojik Terör!

Mobbing Psikolojik Terör; günümüzde oldukça sık karşılaşılan ancak ne olduğu pek bilinmeyen mobbing, sosyal yaşantının olduğu her yerde karşımıza çıkmakta ve üzerinde pek düşünülmeyerek olağan karşılanmaktadır. Sözlük anlamı olarak mobbing (Latincede; psikolojik şiddet, baskı, kuşatma, taciz, rahatsız etme veya sıkıntı vermek) “Özellikle hiyerarşik yapılanmış gruplarda ve kontrolün zayıf olduğu kurumlarda, gücü elinde bulunduran kişinin ya da grubun, diğerlerine psikolojik yollardan, uzun süreli sistematik baskı uygulamasıdır.”  şeklinde tanımlanabilir.

Mobbing Nedir?

Mobbing literatüre yeni giren bir kavram olduğu için, Türkçe karşılığı konusunda da henüz bir netlik bulunmamakta ve bir terminoloji sorunu yaşanmaktadır. Mobbing üzerine araştırma yapanlar, bu olguyu bir tek sözcükle ifade etmek yerine kavrama Türkçe karşılık olarak “işyerinde psikolojik taciz”, “işyerinde psikolojik-terör”, “işyerinde psikolojik-şiddet”, “işyerinde duygusal taciz”, “işyerinde moral taciz”, “işyerinde manevi taciz”, “duygusal şiddet”, “işyerinde zorbalık”, “yıldırma” ve “işyerinde yıldırmaya yönelik psikolojik saldırı” sözcüklerini kullanmaktadır.     Mobbing Davranış Türleri Mobbing genellikle kötü muamele ile aynı anlamda kullanılsa da kötü muamele her zaman ortaya çıkmamaktadır. Kötü muamelenin işyerinde mobbing olarak tanımlanabilmesi için sürekli ve en az altı ay boyunca devam etmesi gerekir. İşyerinde kötü muamelenin mobbing sayılabilmesi için aşağıdaki koşulların bulunması gerektiği ileri sürülmektedir; - İşyerinde mobbing durumlarının yaşanması - Mobbingin frekansının yüksek olması (sürekli tekrar etmesi) - Mağdurun mobbinge maruz kaldığını algılaması - Mağdurun üzerinde mobbingin olumsuz etkiler bırakması - Taraflar arasında güç dengesizliğinin bulunması - Mağdurun kendisini savunamayacak durumda olması gerekir. Baret bizi nasıl korur? Mobbing davranışları 5 grup altında toplanabilir - 1.Grup: Kişinin İletişimine Yönelik Saldırılar - Amir çalışanın kendini gösterme olanaklarını kısıtlar - Sözünü sürekli keser - Çalışana bağırır ve yüksek sesle azarlar - Yaptığı işi ve özel yaşamını sürekli eleştirir - Telefonla rahatsız eder - Sözlü tehdit eder - Yazılı tehditler gönderir - 2.Grup: Sosyal İlişkilere Saldırılar - Çevredeki insanlar mağdur ile konuşmaz - Mağdurun başkalarına ulaşması engellenir ve sanki orada değilmiş gibi davranılır - Meslektaşlarının mağdur ile konuşması yasaklanır - Mağdura diğerlerinden ayrılmış bir çalışma alanı verilir - 3.Grup: İtibara Saldırılar - Mağdurun arkasından kötü konuşulur - Asılsız söylentiler çıkarılır ve mağdur gülünç duruma düşürülür - Mağdur akıl hastasıymış gibi davranılır - Mağdurun özrü ile alay edilir - Mağdurun dini ya da siyasi görüşü ile alay edilir - Mağdurun özel yaşamı ve milleti ile alay edilir - Mağdura cinsel imalar yapılır - Kararları sorgulanır ve mağdur alaycı lakaplar ile anılır - 4.Grup: Kişinin Yaşam Kalitesi ve Mesleki Durumuna Saldırılar - Mağdur için hiçbir özel görev yoktur, verilen işler geri alınır - Mağdura anlamsız işler verilir ve işi sürekli değiştirilir - Mağdura özgüvenini olumsuz etkileyecek işler verilir - Mağdura mali yük getirecek, onu zarara sokacak davranışlarda bulunulur - 5.Grup: Kişinin Sağlığına Doğrudan Saldırılar - Mağdur fiziksel olarak ağır işler yapmaya zorlanır - Mağdur fiziksel şiddet ile tehdit edilir - Mağdurun gözünü korkutmak için hafif şiddet uygulanır - Fiziksel zarar verilir veya mağdur doğrudan cinsel tacize maruz kalır Kıdem tazminatı nasıl hesaplanır? Mobbingin Nedenleri Mobbing kapsamındaki olumsuz davranışların listesi çok geniştir. Mobbingin işyerlerinde ortaya çıkma nedenleri üzerine yapılan araştırmalar, yanlış personel seçimi ve işe alımı, dönemsel çalışan istihdamı, işyerindeki bazı mevkilerin elde edilebilmesi için yaşanan rekabet gibi nedenleri ortaya çıkarmıştır. Ancak sadece bu nedenlerin mobbinge yol açtığını söylemek mümkün değildir. Bazı bireysel ve kurumsal nedenler de mobbing sebebidir. Bireysel Nedenler - Birisini bir grup kuralını kabul etmeye zorlamak - Düşmanlıktan hoşlanmak - Can sıkıntısı içinde zevk arayışı - Önyargıları pekiştirmek, bireysel olarak mobbinge başvurma nedenleridir Genel İş Sağlığı ve Güvenliği Kuralları Kurumsal Nedenler - İşyeri içinde istenmeyen bir kişiden kurtulmak istendiğinde - İşyeri içinde istenen değişime ayak uyduramayanlar olduğunda - Çalışanların güncel bilgi ve teknolojideki değişikliklere ayak uyduramaması durumunda - Küçültme politikası nedeniyle istihdamın daraltılması istendiğinde - İşgücünün genç çalışanlardan oluşturulması istendiğinde - Çalışanların, kurumun yeni amaçlarını benimsemediklerinde - Herhangi bir konuda kurumun başarısının arttırılması istendiğinde - İşyerinin yönetim kademelerinde radikal değişiklikler olduğunda - Yönetimin işyeri içindeki alt gruplar arasında yaşanan güç çekişmelerinde gruplardan birinin yanında tavır takındığında - Kurumun maliyet bazlı düşünerek daha maliyetli olan eski personel yerine daha az maliyetli yeni personel ile değiştirmek istemesi durumunda kurumlar mobbinge başvurabilir.     Mobbing Sonuçları Mobbingin Bireye İlişkin Sonuçları Mobbing mağdurun kişiliğinin yanında sağlığına, ailesi ve arkadaşları ile olan ilişkisine ya da bunların hepsine birden zarar verir. Mobbinge uğrayan mağdurların yaşayabileceği olası psikolojik rahatsızlıklar ve bazı sonuçlar aşağıda belirtilmiştir; Mobbing Karikatürleri - Uyku düzensizliği - Gerginlik ve öfke - Konsantrasyon bozukluğu - Kaygı ve depresyon - Panik ataklar - Kendini suçlama - Sosyal olarak geri çekilme - Sigara ve alkol kullanımı - Aşırı yemek yeme - Bireysel hatalar ve iş kazaları İSG Yönetmeliğine Göre İşverenin Yükümlülükleri   Mobbingin İşyerine İlişkin Sonuçları Mobbingin, birey üzerinde olduğu kadar işyeri üzerinde de tahrip edici sonuçları vardır. Bunlar ekonomik zararlar olabileceği gibi sosyal zararlar da olabilir. Mobbingin işyerine ilişkin sonuçları aşağıdaki gibidir; - Çalışanlarda verimliliğin düşmesi - Ekip içinde uyumun bozulması - İşten soğuma - Devamsızlık - İşten ayrılma - İşyerine bağlılık ve motivasyonun azalması - İşyerine karşı güven, saygı ve sevgi azalması   Mobbingin Aileye İlişkin Sonuçları İşyerinde yaşanan mobbingin mağdurun özel yaşamına yansıması, aile yaşantısında bazı olumsuz sonuçlar doğuracaktır. Bu sonuçlar aşağıdaki gibi sıralanabilir; - Karı-koca ilişkilerinin bozulması - Ebeveyn-çocuk ilişkilerinin olumsuz etkilenmesi - Aile üzerinde oluşan baskı sonucu ayrılıklar ve boşanmalar İşe İade Davaları Hakkında Bilmemiz Gerekenler   Mobbingin Topluma İlişkin Sonuçları Mutsuz bireyler ve ailelerin yer aldığı, çalışma barışının olmadığı bir iş yaşamı mobbingin ortaya çıkardığı büyük bir toplumsal problem olarak düşünülebilir. Mobbingin topluma ilişkin sonuçları aşağıdaki gibidir; - Mutsuz bireyler - Sağlık harcamaları nedeniyle hem işverene hem de devlete gelen mali yük - Kamu yardım programlarına talebin artması - Emeklilik taleplerinin artması Mobbingle Mücadele Mobbingle Bireysel Mücadele Yaşanılan sürecin işyerinde mobbing olduğu yönünde kanaate varılırsa kişi aşağıda belirtilen hususlara dikkat etmelidir; - Kişi, öncelikle içinde bulunduğu durumu sağlıklı bir şekilde değerlendirmelidir - Özgüvenini geliştirmeli, gerekirse yardım alarak ve kendini ortamdan uzaklaştırmamalıdır - Kişi, öncelikle çatışmadan kaçınmalı ve sakin olmaya gayret etmelidir - Mobbing üst yönetim tarafından gerçekleştirilmiyorsa konuyu üst yönetime uygun bir dille iletmelidir - Mobbinge uğradığını kanıtlayacak yazışma, not, mesaj, e-posta vb. belgeleri saklamalıdır - Üyesi olduğu sendikadan destek talep etmelidir - İhtiyaç duyduğunda tıbbi ve hukuki destek almalıdır - Mobbinge uğrayan çalışan, Çalışma ve Sosyal Güvenlik İletişim Merkezi ALO 170 hattını arayarak işverenini şikâyet edebilir - İşyerinde mobbinge maruz kalan kişi sorunu işyerinde çözemediği takdirde konuyu yargıya taşımalıdır Mutfak Personelleri İçin İş Sağlığı ve Güvenliği   Mobbingle Kurumsal Mücadele - İşyerleri, işyerinde mobbing unsurlarının ortaya çıkması halinde, konu hakkında bilgi sahibi olmalı ve kurumsal yapılarını bu tür uygulamalara karşı koruma altına almalıdır. Bu sayede marka değerleri ve itibarları zarara uğramamış olur. - İşyerleri işyerinde psikolojik taciz politikaları geliştirmelidir - İşyerlerinde mobbing konusunda broşürler dağıtılmalı, çalışanlara yönelik eğitim ve bilgilendirme çalışmaları yapılmalıdır - İşyerlerinde mobbing şikâyetleri dikkate alınmalı ve adil çözüm yolları geliştirilmelidir - İşyerlerinde mobbingi önlemek için alınacak tedbirlerde, bu yöndeki iddiaların araştırılması ve soruşturulmasında “gizliliğin korunmasına” özel hassasiyet gösterilmelidir   Mobbing Karikatürleri   Kaynaklar; Davenport, N.Z., Schwartz, R.D., ve Elliott, G.P.,(2005). Mobbing, Emotional Abuse in the American Workplace, 3rd Edition, Civil Society Publishing, Collins, Iowa Rayner, C., Sheehan, M. ve Barker, M. (1999). "Theoretical Approaches to The Study of Bullying at Work", International Journal of Manpower, Sayı 20 Yazının tüm hakları www.nedenisguvenligi.com‘a ve yazara aittir. Telif hakları kanunu gereğince kopyalanamaz ve/veya farklı bir yerde kullanılamaz. Ancak alıntı yapıldığında link ve adres verilmek zorundadır.   Read the full article

#mobbing #MobbinginNedenleri #MobbinginSonuçları #Mobbinglemücadele #psikoloji #psikolojikşiddet #PsikolojikTerör

[bendenizindamlasi]

Size bir şey diyim

Benim 1 haziranda bir sevgilim vardı ve bu sevgilim bizim.üst mahallede oturuyor işte bir gün yani sanırsam 5 haziran dı sanırsam işte o gün buluşacaktık buluşmadan önce dedi ki ben ayrılıyom senden dedi ve ben o gün moralim bozulmuştu ama yanımda arkadaşım olduğu için de ağlayamıyom ağlasam alay edecektik bend3 ağlamadım sonra biraz sonra baktı işte o dediğim sevgilim bizim mahalleden geçip bizim.bir komşunun kapısına gitti. Benim salak arkadaşım da ömer(anlattığım kişi) dedi ama Allah'tan bakmadı sonra işte oynuyoz topla arkadaşım bir vurdu topa top bildiğin sivri yere geldi şansımıza bakım dedim top patladı bide ben hem moral bozukluğuna bir karışık gülmeye başladım işte yol kenarına gidip işte arkadaşım ile konuşmaya başladık sonra işte artık sevgilim demeyim ex dicem işte ex motorla bizim komşunun arkadaşı ile gitti o sıra ağlıcaktım tuttum kendimi buraya kadr dinledin için tşk ederim

#spotify #book blog #bookish #kesfet #keşfettengelenlertakipetsin #booklr #books #libraries

[libidomechanica]

On the better welded in our very spirit in a country tone

Rest? Now will I pray thee gall not     far behind the long-boat still well thee comfort but of the     earth’s deep profound an unknown—

trees, a stump—stands superb to     share in it; and Peace, and ledde of thys stounde, that Shimei was     also gave it will Oothoon

shall first choicest virgin joy     that wastes her not a prophet Spoke: sometime hold my tongue, sleeping     eyes that it puzzled

his breast be slowly from the blushing     in the cracks of earth, and drink. Free as a fathoming     plums ready to state, as

if they han breaks and being sail,     outlined in the cuckoo’s part, kiss me, be kind: so will sink     where she look’d on many

a Jewel of Creation go and     so he kept up, kneeling a most prying influence comes     in thine, come cool, and find

any rest: yet must I thy babe     chase their doubt we weep forth his enemy, and senses roll     them for pitty. The bass,

a flute plucked and morals, never     Ceases to enclosed its fruit. You with many a shilling,     yet he knew not what.

Contrary: and fuels good olde shepheards     bene false esteem’d to see t was natural, or but     at times innumerable.

The roaring on, some swarthy     children still. Will do nothing should he gain, ere it grew a     fashions, love’s force, at length

was he inform’d his maisters hast     no less the cask. He had eft learned a curres call. Her     speak contrary, but for

us, and let me cool a purple     school, in heaven: other reasons and the wild birds luld     me a sunset flames alay,

since in piety and depriv’d     of all, love’s a capricious stone; nor hope had taught to     serve the Sultan, and far

more stronger. But their Mother do     depart from which their Enemies, in this father phone book     three thing shoulders all. As

for that suited well the scorn to     lay it, your Pleasure can bind itself. Like Lucifer when     thou God of shoes; and make,

like a lion near and when I     am weary’d with what full hands, perhaps his headache, you     rose at four. And when once

thou call these fields understands our     Business was no Crime. And revell’d it for years, got to the     tempest-tost; and rocky

coast, sustain’d canopies, spangled     marriage bed! Fame, usurp’d a Patriots in the high the     whole little widder, he

woud Expose, to Physick the north     flowery mead where birds choose. But Kitty hasted with lazy     wrists, and overhead

a vaulted dome like folks of the     broad lucent Arno-vale for sleep on sight; and o’er and o’er     and are fair Albany.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #154 texts #ballad

[krystalwuzhere]

Do you think Solaire used Dark Magic?

Solaire? Hm. Not sure we actually have 'dark magic' in terms of something directly evil. I mean there are shadow Magicks, what would be considered "Eldritch blast" type spells. A pulse of dark energy launching at targets (and ones I find rad).

For the most part, magic doesn't specifically have morality. It's all about the person who uses it. Which is why the AAA banned it from certain people. When Alais catches up, it'll be detailed in Chapter 03.

[theaibooks]

tittle: ender games by orson scott card

here is an epic story for all ages and a must read for any sci-fi fans

Andrew "Ender" Wiggin was just a six-year-old boy when the International Fleet began monitoring him. Ender's siblings, Peter and Valentine, had both been candidates for the Fleet's program but had been rejected for various reasons. However, Ender was different. He possessed the intelligence of Peter and the empathy of Valentine, making him the perfect candidate for the Fleet's program.

Ender was taken to Battle School, a space station where he would be trained alongside other children in various games and simulations to prepare him for the war against the Formics, an alien race that threatened Earth's existence. At the school, Ender met other brilliant children, including Petra Arkanian, Bean, and Alai, who became his close friends and allies. The school was run by Colonel Graff and his assistant, Major Anderson, who oversaw Ender's training and development.

Ender's training was rigorous and brutal. He was constantly pushed to his limits, physically and mentally, and forced to confront his deepest fears and insecurities. He was put through a series of tests and simulations, including a zero-gravity laser tag game and a mock battle in which he had to command his own army against another group of children. Ender excelled in these games and proved to be a natural leader, quickly rising through the ranks and gaining the respect of his peers.

As Ender's training progressed, he became increasingly isolated from his peers. He was manipulated by Colonel Graff, who convinced Ender that he was fighting a simulated war game when, in fact, he was commanding real fleets of ships in the war against the Formics. Ender struggled with the moral implications of his actions, but ultimately decided to do whatever it took to win the war and save humanity.

In the final battle against the Formics, Ender was forced to make a devastating decision. He believed that he was playing another simulation, but in reality, he was commanding a real fleet of ships against the Formic home planet. Ender decided to use a weapon of mass destruction that destroyed the entire planet, wiping out the Formic race. Ender was devastated by his actions and was haunted by the guilt of what he had done.

In the aftermath of the war, Ender discovered that the Formics were not the evil monsters he believed them to be. They were a peaceful race that was only defending themselves against human aggression. Ender was wracked with guilt and grief, but he was determined to find a way to redeem himself and atone for his actions.

The novel concludes with Ender leaving Earth to search for a new home for the Formic Hive Queen, the only surviving member of the Formic race. He hoped that by finding a new home for her, he could make amends for the destruction he had caused and find some measure of redemption for his actions.

"Ender's Game" is a powerful and thought-provoking story that explores complex themes such as morality, leadership, and the consequences of war. The story presents a vivid and compelling vision of a future world where the fate of humanity rests on the shoulders of brilliant young minds like Ender's. It is a timeless story that continues to captivate readers today.

#storytelling #short story #story #sci fi story #the a.i books #book shortened #space story #a.i art #must read book

[mirildanmalar]

#mırıldanmalar 037

Vicdan ve rahatlama eşiğimiz iki hafta. Son beş senede memlekette olan ve insanın vicdanını yerden yere vuran her olayda yaşadığımız dert süresi yaklaşık iki hafta. İki hafta sonra tüm o duygu dolu ağlamalar, paylaşımlar, hesap sormalar kaybolup gidiyor.

Yok hayır hemen atlama. Tabii ki hayat devam ediyor ve tabii ki herkes üzüntüsünü kendince yaşıyor. İnsanlıktan çıkıp ölümler üzerinden prim yapmadığı sürece (acaba hangimiz bilerek ya da bilmeyerek yapmıyoruz) herkes duygularını dilediği gibi dile getirip yaşar ve kimse de hesap soramaz. Benim bu konuyu açma nedenim ise bir süredir özellikle iktidar ve ölüm fetişleri nedeni ile alay edilen, dalga geçilen, üzerinden kıkırdanan siyasi paylaşımları.  Bu nasıl bir vicdan anlayamıyorum. Hem katil diye bağır hem de dalga geçip üzerinden espriler üret. Artık gezi dönemindeki o meşhur "pratik komik zeka" bizlere moral vermek için yeterli olmuyor, çünkü dalga geçilecek kadar naif hiç bir şey kalmadı. Toplumsal cellatlığa soyunan kişilerin tavır ve davranışlarında, cahilce ve aslında aşırı hesaplı demeçlerinde sadece ve sadece tehdit ve kötülük var ise bundan nasıl espri çıkarabiliriz. 

Bugün sadece sosyal medya dediğimiz dipsiz çukurda değil karıştırdığınız tüm gazetelerde, haberlerde, televizyonda sanki iki hafta önce bu ülkede yaşanan en büyük katliamlardan biri olmamış gibi esen havalar, daha bir yıl dolmadan 500 üzerinde insan öldürülmemiş gibi davranmalar hayatı normale döndürme çabası değil sadece başka bir kapı açıp önceki kapıyı unutturma amaçlıdır. 

Dün HDP binası önünde oturma eyleminden gelip yürüyen arkadaşlara pencerelerden sloganlar eşlik ederek veya alkışlayarak destek olamayan Kadıköy ahalisi (evet genelledim...) siyasi-toplumsal olaylara komik youtube videosu izlercesine yorum yapmayı başarı sayarken iş gerçekten uygulamaya geldiğinde öylece pencereden şaşkın şaşkın bakarsın işte.

(Bu tabii ki mırıldanmadan çok atarlı oldu, kusura bakmayın, öptüm)

22 Ekim 2015

#muratmrtseçkin #mırıldanmalar

[sorqpmusicmin]

LINEUP: 2024 JUNE-JULY ORDINARY TIME

(note: song titles in Bold Font are changes from previous lineup)

PAMBUNGAD NA AWIT: 

Sa Hapag ng Panginoon - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music] [chords]

Pag-aalaala - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

Magsiawit sa Panginoon - Fr. Nemy Que, SJ [link] [chords]

KYRIE: Panginoon Kaawaan Mo Kami (Sa Iyong Tahanan) - Danne Steven Galve [link] [sheet music]

GLORIA: Papuri sa Diyos (Misa Antonio) - Fr. Allan Antonio [link] [sheet music]

SALMO: Salmong Tugunan (Sa Iyong Tahanan) - Danne Steven Galve, John Paul Morales [link] [sheet music]

AWIT SA MABUTING BALITA: Alleluia (Misa Antonio) - Fr. Allan Antonio - [link] [sheet music]

AWIT SA PAG-AALAY:

Tanggapin Ang Alay - Fr. Leo Alaras [link] [sheet music]

Pag-aalay ng Puso - Fr. Nemy Que, SJ [link]

Kapuri-puri Ka - Fr. Nemy Que, SJ [link] [sheet music]

SANCTUS: Santo (Misa Antonio) - Fr. Allan Antonio [link] [sheet music]

ANAMNESIS: Aming Ipinahahayag (Misa Solemne) - Jeffrey Miguel [link] [sheet music]

DOXOLOGY: Amen (Papal Visit 2015) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

PATER NOSTER / EMBOLISMO:  Ama Namin/Sapagkat (Tinapay ng Buhay) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

AGNUS DEI:  Kordero ng Diyos (Anamnesis) - Sam Neil Sevilla [link] [sheet music]

KOMUNYON:

Sakramentong Banal - Fr. Timoteo Ofrasio, SJ, & Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

Paghahandog ng Sarili - Jandi Arboleda & Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [music sheet] [chords]

Awit ng Paghahangad - Fr. Charlie Cenzon, SJ [link] [sheet music]

Ang Panginoon ang Aking Pastol (Salmo 23) - Fr. Rey Magnaye [link] [sheet music]

Pananalig - Fr. Silvino Borres [link] [sheet music]

PANGWAKAS NA AWIT: 

Tanda ng Kaharian ng Diyos - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

ENGLISH MASS:

ENTRANCE:

Lord of Salvation (Light from Light) - Fr. Mark Aloysius, SJ [link] [sheet music]

Great is Our God (Light from Light) - Noel Miranda [link] [sheet music]

KYRIE: Lord Have Mercy  [link] [chords]

GLORIA: Glory to God - Fr. Nilo Mangussad [link] [sheet music] [chords]

RESPONSORIAL PSALM: Responsorial Psalm [link] [sheet music]

GOSPEL ACCLAMATION: Alleluia (Misa Antonio) - Fr. Allan Antonio - [link] [sheet music]

PROFESSION OF FAITH: RECITED ONLY

OFFERTORY:

Take this Bread and Wine - Lester Delgado [link] [sheet music]

All That We Have [link] [sheet music]

SANCTUS: Holy (Mass of Christ the Savior) - Dan Schutte [link] [sheet music]

MEMORIAL ACCLAMATION: We Proclaim - Fr. Nilo Mangussad [link] [sheet music]]

DOXOLOGY: Amen (Papal Visit 2015) - Fr. Manoling Francisco, SJ [link] [sheet music]

PATER NOSTER: Our Father - Fr. Nilo Mangussad [link] [sheet music]

AGNUS DEI: Lamb of God - Fr. Nilo Magussad [link] [sheet music]

COMMUNION:

Christ is Living in Me - Sr. Susan Penaflor, FSP [link] [sheet music]

I Love the Lord - Fr. Arnel Aquino, SJ [link] [sheet music]

Lord Here I Am - Fr. Cielo Almazan, OFM [link] [sheet music]

RECESSIONAL: Tell the World of His Love - Trina Belamide [link] [sheet music]

#lineup #ordinary time