book economy

지름신의 시대 2

경제 = economy
지름신 = God of over-consumption ; impulse buying
파멸 = ruin, destruction
신도 = believer, devotee
방심 = carelessness, inattention
금물 = forbidden, prohibited (objects) : 금단 = prohibition, forbidden
효용 = use, usefulness, utility
대금 = price ; payment
자본주의 = capitalism
주거 = dwelling, abode
지주 = support, pillar
전역 = 전체 지역, the whole/entire area/region
선진국 = advanced countries
정보기술 = information technology
편재 = omnipresence, ubiquity
신앙 = faith, religious belief
방도 = way, means, manner
과소비 = excessive consumption, overspending
상징 = symbol
소득 = income, earnings, profit
규모 = size, scale
우선순위 = order of priority
전략 = strategy, tactic
주부 = housewife
행태 = behaviour, conduct
살림살이 = household ; household items
안락감 = comfort
활성화 = vitalisation, invigoration
금전 = money
손실 = loss
기질 = disposition, tendency
해소 = solution, settlement
물산 = local products
수요 = demand
공급초과 = excess supply
포로 = prisoner
선망 = envy
구원 = redemption

What I take from writers I like is their economy — their ability to use language to very effective ends. The ability for somebody to paint an entire landscape of visual imagery with just sheets of words — that’s magical. That’s what I’ve been trying to strive for.
—  Mos Def
Fanfiction - The Teacher II

I had no choice, really. If you missed it, here is part I.

The Teacher II

Claire hesitated in front of the door, the incrusted bronze plate shining with the letters “Professor Fraser”, beckoning her to dare and knock. She breathed deeply and raised her fist to announce her presence.

“Yes?” A voice answered inside, in a lilt that made her stomach explode in a frenzy of millions of bubbles. She half-opened the door in order to peek inside, realizing that he was accompanied by a student, sitting in front of him in what could only be called “the hot seat”. “Ah, it’s ye Miss Beauchamp.”

“Sorry to disturb you, Professor Fraser.” She said in a respectful tone, watching as her colleague – another Health Management student - looked at her with a cry for help in his brown eyes – slightly hazed from too much weed -, his shoulders slumped in mortal shame. “I have some questions about the essay I still have to write for your class. I was wondering if I could go over them with you, sir.”

James Fraser gave her an uninterested look – which could clearly be interpreted as annoyance with her presence – and finally nodded.

“I’ll be with you presently, Miss Beauchamp.” He said dryly. ”As soon as Mister King here understands that copying a page from Wikipedia is not acceptable as an essay. You do realize I have access to the Internet, Mister King?” His eyebrows were raised above the rim of his black eyeglasses, enhancing his disappointment at his student poorly conducted machinations.

“Yes, Professor Fraser.” The boy furiously nodded, a sinner in repentance, his neck slowly disappearing between his shoulders as he tried to bury himself away, escaping those piercing blue eyes. “I am very sorry, sir.”

“I’m sure ye are.” The teacher gave him a lopsided smile, neatly pilling the sheets of paper crossed out in red ink and pushing them in his direction. “You have until tomorrow to deliver a corrected version of this paper, Mister King. I’ll have to grade it for a maximum “B” after this mischief, but it’s certainly better than the current “D” – from disaster.”

He pursed his lips and waited patiently as the student collected his belongings and made the walk of shame towards the door of his office. Claire could barely contain a smile as her colleague grimaced to her, rolling his eyes in despair, his back turned to the punishing master.

“Come in, Miss Beauchamp.” Professor Fraser urged her and, quickly patting Arthur King’s back in comfort, Claire moved inside the office and closed the door behind her. “How can I help ye?” He asked in a dark tone.

He looked serious and poised, his forearms resting on the mahogany table in front of him. His office was clean and discrete, fairly organized with stacks of paper and folders thoroughly aligned and labelled. He had a shelf filled with books behind him, silently complaining with copious overweight – Claire recognized titles from classic economy books but also lots of poetry and historical tomes. Over the years – both in nursing school and now as medical student –, she had been inside many teacher’s offices. There was a tendency for hoarding and to accumulate trinkets and photographs, as they spent so much time working inside them. However, Jamie’s office spoke of order and contention, only a photograph of himself with a dark haired woman – the same blue slanted eyes smiling to the photographer, betraying their kinship – and a small statue of a leaping stag.

“I was wondering if you could explain me again some concepts.” Claire said in strong voice, locking the door from the inside and slowly moving towards his desk. “I’m not sure I’m truly enlighten about them – in spite of our class yesterday.”

“Do ye now?” Jamie quirked a brow, his voice low and dangerous. “I thought I was fairly clear.” He rose from his chair and came around the desk, nearing her like a graceful predator.

“Some things benefit from repetition.” She licked her lips and, smiling widely, sat on his desk – her floral dress hiking up as she went, exposing her fair legs to his eyes, soft and creamy.

“Christ, Sassenach.” His mask of tight control fell – exposing his raw edges underneath it. He moaned and strode towards her in a heartbeat, placing himself between her parted thighs, his mouth punishing hers for the teasing, his hands grasping her curly hair. “I just had ye yesterday, but I want ye so much it hurts already.”

“I want you too.” She panted, as he touched her breast with his strong palm, her nipple already painfully aware of his proximity. “I couldn’t help myself – I had to come. I had to see you, to feel you.”

“When I saw ye standing at my door, I almost lost it.” He groaned, his hands brushing the soft skin inside her thighs, as he kissed and suckled her neck. “And ye – wearing this dress, ye wicked little vixen. I thought I’d throw ye into my desk and take ye, there and then, right in front of Mister King.”

“You’re a very good actor.” She laughed, her hands fumbling with the zipper of his pants. “I could swear you didn’t even like me – least of all wanted to shag me in your office.” Claire yelped as he kneeled in front of her and bit the sensitive skin, moist and heated from his attentions.

“This is madness.” He nuzzled her, his hands gripping her arse to bring her closer to him. “If we behave like uncontrolled teenagers someone will find out. We need to stop seeing each other here.”

A month before they had started seeing each other – meeting for dinner away from campus and taking long walks on secluded parks and on the coastline, where they could hold hands and kiss, languid and carefree. The underlying attraction had been there from the start, they were forced to admit – and their mutual feelings had bloomed into full spring, nurtured by hours of solitude and touches. At first the idea of sneaking around was fun and certainly arousing – but soon enough the burden of pretending indifference had become a permanent struggle and a source of unhappiness.

“You can stop.” Claire suggested teasingly, her lips tasting the hollow of his throat – skilfully undoing the first buttons of his shirt – the pulse of desire emanating from his skin. “I won’t force you, I promise.”

“I canna refuse ye.” He said in a hoarse voice, his accent made more evident by lust and strong emotion, as she struggled to free him from the constraining underwear. “Not today – nor ever, mo ghraidh.”

He played her like a violin – robbing her lips of moans and sobs that echoed in his heart like notes of the purest music, his eyes fixed on the way her beautiful face almost shattered, so close to be undone. Jamie touched her until his own body hurt – a desire so powerful it bordered on excruciating pain -, finally ready to take her. As he adjusted his body to hers, her head lulled back as she surrendered to the eminent joining, a knock on the door sounded – menacing and real, like a sudden tear on active muscle.

Their eyes locked in terror for a moment, their bodies almost fused together, their breathing ragged and superficial.

“Who is it?” Jamie questioned, struggling to compose his voice. He kissed her swollen lips one final – desperate – time and pulled her out of the desk, quickly helping her to adjust her clothes.

“Fraser?” The voice of Professor Raymond came from outside. “I need to discuss with you the program for the summit. May I come in?”

Mallaichte bas!” Jamie cursed, gritting his teeth. “Just a second!” He shouted through the door, composing his own clothes and brushing his hair with trembling fingers. Like two actors in a comical play, Claire launched herself into the chair, searching for her best concentrated and slightly bored look, as Jamie hurried to adjust the crumpled papers on his desk. When everything seemed to be in natural order, they nodded to each other and Jamie opened the door with a pleasant smile plastered on his lips.

“Ah.” The little man, with silver hair and dark all-knowing eyes, noticed Claire sitting like a student in best possible behaviour. “I hadn’t realize you were busy, James.”

“Miss Beauchamp and I were merely discussing her last paper.” Jamie explained, adjusting his glasses. “She had already started it before she transferred to your class.”

“No doubt.” Professor Raymond smiled, clearly amused. His eyes drifted through the room – in spite of their best efforts, Claire’s lips were clearly swollen and her hair even more unruly than usual. Jamie, although composed, had the look of a man battling a cramp in the belly – his eyes wild and fiery, his smile a bit too tense. “I’m sorry if I interrupted your…work.”

“That’s alright, Professor.” Claire raised from her chair and headed to the door, her neck still flushed. “I think I have everything I need for now. Thank you, Professor Fraser. I’ll be sure to deliver my complete work later.”

Both men stared as she waved and disappeared, closing the door behind her.

“Your fly is open, James.” Raymond warned him in an amiable tone and laughed like a content toad, to Jamie’s utter dismay.


“Have you asked for me, Professor Mackenzie?” Jamie announced himself, standing on the threshold of Colum MacKenzie’s - the dean of faculty - office.

“Ah, James – yes.” Colum’s calculative gaze turned to Jamie, as he invited him to sit with a brief hand gesture. He was silent for a while, studying Jamie’s cordial face, his hands entwined in thoughtfulness. “I asked ye here because a pressing matter has been brought to my attention.” He finally said, leaning back against his leather covered office chair.

“How may I help?” Jamie furrowed his copper brows.

“Ye can stop seeing Claire Beauchamp.” Colum said in a cutting voice, which froze Jamie’s insides – was he fishing for the truth, expecting him to confirm his suspicions; or did someone actually see him with Claire? He was certain Raymond knew after their encounter in his office, but was confident the man wouldn’t tell a soul due to their friendship.

“That is hardly possible.” Jamie smiled, trying to look relaxed and uncompromised. “She attends this school and I am a teacher here.”

“I was wondering if I had to remind ye of that exact fact.” Colum admonished, harshly. “Someone informed me that you have been involved in some kind of affair with the lass. I couldna believe it. That a teacher – my nephew, no less – would be sae foolish and careless.”

“Who told ye that?” Jamie gripped his fist, hidden bellow the desk, barely containing the anger in his voice.

“It doesna matter.” Colum shook his head, his eyes demanding and judgemental. “Will you deny it, Jamie?”

Jamie endured the assault of his eyes, his own stormy and strong. Eventually, he sighed and shrugged.

“No, I won’t deny it. I’m in love with Claire and I’m dating her.” He confessed, tilting his chin in defiance. Colum hissed like a harassed animal and pursed his lips in discontent. “I’m a professor here but she isna my student – we only got involved when she quit my class. Nothing happened before!” Jamie guaranteed, tapping his fingers on his leg.

“I had hope the girl was lying.” Colum brushed his thinning hair. “How could ye be sae stupid? How could ye overlook what screwing the lass would mean to this school?”

“What we have,” Jamie hissed, adamant. “Is much more than screwing, uncle. Claire is the woman I waited for all my life. I won’t forsake her – not even for yer precious reputation.”

“I see.” Colum breathed through his nose, like a resentful cat. His eyes searched Jamie’s, as they battle their unwavering wills. “In that case ye have a decision to make – let go of the lass or yer days of teaching are numbered.” And with a magnanimous nod of the head, he dismissed him. “Professor Fraser.”

Asra: Ok so I’ve got… Some pearls… And a lizard foot.

Julian: Here’s a huge pile of like five different currencies, none of which is used in Vesuvia.

MC: …….. Don’t either of you know how to pay for shit like a normal person……..

Nadia: Did I miss something? I was busy buying a cheetah.

MC: Why is this my life……….

How to read a book like a pro

It may sound stupid but yes, there really are helpful tips for reading; a few days ago I started reading some books about economy and science and these thing definitely helped me so I thought I’d share them with you guys. 

  • Highlight important things
  • scribble questions etc. on the sides of the pages and look for the answer at the end of a chapter before you start reading a new one
  • If you don’t know a special word, look it up and use sticky notes to put the definition into your book
  • use sticky notes in your book to remember important things in general
  • If you’re reading a book to prepare for a test, make flashcards with the most important things from a chapter to remember them

This post may not be that long but I hope it is helpful! Stay positive and happy♥

#20/100 Ways to say I LOVE YOU

Originally posted by underrated-idols

“You can borrow mine.”

ft. HighSchoolCrush!Noh Taehyun

From here

“I’m dead…”

“Hi dead, I’m Sungwoon,” he laughed as you elbowed his stomach in annoyance, “Be serious!! I forgot to bring my Economy text book and you’re my only hope…” you whined, “And how you survived the last 2 years really? You always forgot your books,” he shook his head and sat on his desk, “Have you ask the other class?”

“Already! No one have Economic class today,” your gaze went over to Noh Taehyun, Sungwoon’s classmate that you’ve barely talked with. You guys only talked a few times whenever Sungwoon was not around and still a little bit awkward around each other.

Taehyun yawned as his fingers busy scrolling whatever he currently see on his phone, you returned your attention back to Sungwoon, “Sorry, can’t help you this time.”

You pursed your lips and gave up, guess today you have to feel the wrath of Mr. Choi, the Economic teacher is a killer one and students who don’t bring text books will stand outside the class.

Suddenly, Taehyun tossed a book to your hand. You caught it and saw Economic III written across, “You can borrow mine,” he said nonchalantly and looked at you, “Don’t forget to bring that back after class.”

Smile rose up to your cheeks, “I will! You’re my savior Taehyun!!” you said as you bid goodbye to them and sprint back to your class.

Sungwoon smirked seeing Taehyun’s interaction with you and punched his shoulder.

“Yah Taehyun,”


“Did she know that we also don’t have Economic class today?”


“Did she also know that you kinda have a crush on her?”

“… Yah!!”

~About Our Lord~

Sanada Nobuyuki - Background + Character

Hey guys!

There’s no better way to start off an appreciation blog than to introduce the character being appreciated, and so I’ve decided to at least get the ball rolling by writing out the stuff I’ve come to learn about my ultimate bias Lord Nobuyuki. Hope this is an enjoyable read!

Tagging my fellow sinster, @books-and-colours because this deep thirst wouldn’t have reached the level it has without her ‘guidance’ ;)

Without further ado, here are my thoughts on Nobucchin!

(This is gonna be very long [and prolly angsty, I’m not gonna lie], but considering the fact that he is my ultimate bias, it’s to be expected. X)

So under the cut it goes!)

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whitecloverdragon  asked:

Hi. Whats your stance on the Hawkeye project? You seem to support it, but why? I ask you because you are one of the most rational people on this site.

me? rational?  on this site?…. ok you may have a point there

oh boy the The Hawkeye Initiative

The Hawkeye Initiative is an art movement in which artists replace female super hero characters shown in impossible body positions with the male Marvel superhero Hawkeye

I dont support it really, I just shared a post that was arguing about wonderwoman and someone used it as a talking point

in fact Im mostly against its points since the people pushing it dont really know much about comics

from what I’ve seen the “artist” like to Cherry pick either older artwork, books that focus on sexualized poses, or action shots while ignoring that many male characters get the same treatment

I won’t defend older artworks, there were a lot of “sweaty comic nerds” that were and kinda still are the backbone of the comic book economy…. Books have to sell and Sex Sells

but some of the artist didn’t know anatomy well enough *Cough*Rob Liefeld*cough*

But I mean really look at the proportions

the artist was know for grossly exaggerating perspectives and spines 

that leads into the second point, books that known for their “pin up art”

Hawkeye really seems out of place here because the poses are not in his character at all but the poses fit the characters of Red Sonja,Vampirella, and Lady Death

also these books only sell to select audiences

and this 

besides using those as examples of the whole entire industry is like shooting fish in a barrel

Next: Action Shots, Highly exaggerated poses that imply quick movement 

here we see them nitpick Psylockes pose but ignore Wolverines, look how far back his arm is stretched

also Flying/falling/swinging/juimping 

Ill post a response image or 2 after each example

also Im adding this to the post

Oh No! Her Butt is sticking up!

I mean 

its not like

Spider-man hasnt had his

butt pointed up in a pose

he just has a flat white boy butt so its not noticeable

also someone already proved it was possible

Ive seen this get debated to death time and time again

but give me a “HI” pose from a book thats less than a decade old and I can probably find a comparable picture of a dude in the same kind of pose

anonymous asked:

Hi, I was wondering how you got into the french revolution? I want to start learning about it, but it's kind of overwhelming.


My interest in the French Revolution was first set into motion quite randomly; in the first year of high school, I took a mandatory “World Civilizations” class (though the name of this class is misleading, as it basically focused on a minute part of European History, unfortunately) and we spent about two or three weeks learning about the French Revolution.

Now, because my school’s history curriculum was an utter farce, and because most of what we covered seemed to be complete balderdash, we learned about this time period without much attention to nuance. I remember we spent three days watching the ridiculous History Channel documentary on the French Revolution, which was, ironically, what caused me to want to research the topic further.

I was perplexed by the fact that Maximilien Robespierre, who seemed to me like a clement and remarkable person at the beginning of the documentary, almost immediately turned into an absolute monster, senselessly killing his own people. I thought, well, this seems a bit off. And that’s when my quest for understanding began; over the years, I’ve done extensive research on the French Revolution, and I discovered that it was a truly multifaceted, enormously energetic time period. Of course, studying this point in history further led me to discover new avenues for thought, and in my sophomore year of high school, I started to seriously get into philosophy. Thus it’s definitely not incorrect to say that the French Revolution, as well as history in general, occupies a rather large part of my life.

It may be very daunting at first, but do not fear! I’ll recommend a few books and a few other blogs which will surely provide you with a good primary knowledge of the French Revolution. And of course, anon, you can ask me questions any time. You can even rant and rave to me, if you’d like, about history or life in general. Though I’m passionate about this subject, I don’t bite, I promise. It upsets me when people try to exclude others who are just beginning to learn about something. But now I’m rambling, so without further ado,

Books (general):

The French Revolution by Albert Mathiez- What I really appreciate about this book is that it contains so much insight into the economic as well as the social conditions of the era. Mathiez does an exemplary job of using primary sources to fuel his work, also, which is honestly preferable when you’re studying something as contentious as the French Revolution.

The Oxford History of the French Revolution by William Doyle- A fantastically-written book that doesn’t rely on a revisionist bias to carry the reader through a compelling narrative. I enjoy William Doyle’s attention to detail in his analysis of the time period, and I would most definitely recommend this book to beginners. It’s as dense as Mathiez’s work on the topic, though I find that it is an easier read. 

Vive la Revolution by Mark Steel- Alright, so this book may not be the most detailed of analyses of the French Revolution, but it’s hilarious, and I found myself laughing hysterically with every chapter. If you ever get bored with reading dry academic prose, I highly recommend this book. It’s very refreshing.

The Age of Napoleon by J.C. Herold- While I’m not extremely well-versed in the Napoleonic era, I think that this book is a good introductory text. Not only does it focus on the life of Napoleon or his military career, but also the time period itself: the culture, the economy, etc. 

Books (more specific, yet still important):

Twelve Who Ruled by R.R. Palmer- Okay, so this is one of my favorites by far. Palmer writes about the lives and actions of the members of the Committee of Public Safety, all while tying it all back to the Revolution as a whole. An excellent work, truly. If you choose to buy any book from this “specific book category”, please give this one a read.

The Jacobin Clubs in the French Revolution (1793-1795) by Michael L. Kennedy- This book concentrates on a more niche topic, so I don’t recommend reading it until you have a grasp of the general time period. However! It provides lots of fascinating information on the Jacobin clubs all throughout France, and I enjoyed it greatly.

Revolution in Print: The Press in France 1775-1800 by Robert Darnton and Daniel Roche- This book addresses the overall journalistic landscape of France before, during, and after the Revolution. Before I read it, I found myself occasionally getting muddled between the many different publications floating around during the Revolution, but this book has certainly helped me in that regard. 

Books (primary sources):

Documentary History of the French Revolution by Paul H. Beik- A wonderful collection of primary sources by a variety of authors! 

Robespierre: Virtue and Terror by Slavoj Žižek- While Žižek is often difficult to read, this book is mainly just a collection of speeches by Maximilien Robespierre. You can even skip over the Žižek part; seriously, it’s not a big deal at all. 

Books (biographies):

Saint-Just by J.B. Morton- While this book demonstrates a moderate animosity towards Robespierre, it portrays Saint-Just quite well, and I’d recommend it if you’d like to become acquainted with one of the most interesting figures of the French Revolution.

Robespierre: Portrait of a Revolutionary Democrat by George Rudé- One of the first biographies I read about Robespierre, and a very interesting read indeed! Rudé, much like Albert Mathiez, is committed to accuracy in his historical writing.

Robespierre and the French Revolution by J.M. Thompson- This is a very short book, only about one hundred pages or so, and it does a good job of introducing readers to Maximilien Robespierre’s political career.

Robespierre and the Fourth Estate by Ralph Korngold- This book focuses more on how Robespierre interacted with the lower classes during the Revolution through his policies, but it also provides an analysis of his life in general. I liked it.

Books (fiction):

A Place of Greater Safety by Hilary Mantel- Although this book may not be as accurate as I would like it to be, I think it might help you understand the personalities of the French Revolutionaries as individuals, as well as how they related to one another.


@bunniesandbeheadings is wonderful, she posts lots of things about the French Revolution and is incredibly experienced in her research. You’ll learn a lot from following her, and she’s been around for quite a long time.

@rbzpr One of my favorite blogs! This blog, which I 100% recommend following, regularly posts excerpts from primary and secondary sources, as well as analyses of certain aspects of the time period. The way with which Flo conducts his research is phenomenal.

@couthon Georges Couthon is unfortunately often disregarded in French Revolutionary historiography, but Flo (the same person who runs rbzpr) dedicates lots of effort into providing us with information about him. A fantastic blog.

But of course that’s not all of the lovely people you could follow! Their blogs just focus specifically on the French Revolution. Plus, this post is getting unreasonably long, so I just have to move on.

And lastly,


La Révolution française - Les Années Lumières (

La Révolution française - Les Années Terribles (

Two very long, but very well-done and detailed films on the French Revolution! I watch them from time to time and usually cry a lot. They’re great, and I fully recommend them.


If you got through this post without falling asleep, I commend you! I hope this helped, and remember, you can talk to me anytime.

Thank you for your question!

A carte de visite photograph of George Otis Draper at age 15 in 1882. George Otis Draper was the son of General William Franklin and Lydia Warren Joy Draper. In addition to his work with the Draper Corporation and its various offshoots, he was also an inventor, holding over 100 different patents and publishing a number of books, including “Searching for the Truth”, a religious commentary published in 1902 and “More” a book on political economy published in 1908.

Frost Fingers, Red Nose

gift for @thatchoppylass

A/N: Merry Christmas! Hope you like it <3

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,319


It all started with the snow.

James was walking back to his dorm, wild dark curls shoved into a beanie that Sirius and the guys had bought him to “cover that ungodly mop of a tangled mess you call hair.” He jammed his hands into his jacket pockets and glared at the sidewalk as he walked, mentally cursing everything from his psychology professor and the midterm he had almost certainly just failed to the snowflakes that were settling on his glasses and making it almost impossible to see. With considerably less care than he usually observed with the precious dark frames, he whipped them off and began roughly wiping them on the edge of his shirt.

James Potter, it was very well known, was as blind as a bat. And therefore it was no surprise that on that particular winter day, while the snow drifted gently down and his glasses were held, useless, at his side, that he ran straight into her.

Before he even knew what was happening, James was lying flat on the pavement, with an aching butt and a scraped arm to add to his increasingly towering temper.

“Sorry,” he muttered tersely, feeling around on the pavement for his glasses.

“Don’t worry about it,” replied the girl he had run into. James could vaguely make out a thick mass of long, dark hair. He couldn’t see her face, but he could tell from her voice that she was smirking. Her friend, standing to the side, seemed to be highly amused as well, judging from her loud, helpless laughter.

Annoyed and now slightly embarrassed, James recovered his glasses and shoved them back onto his face. He got to his feet and brushed himself off while the second girl, still laughing, pulled her friend to her feet.

“Oh, shove it, Lily,” the first girl told her laughing friend. “I’m not the clumsy oaf here, he is.”

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