Okay, the fact that Dean literally had to deactivate his Instagram because some asshole couldn’t shut up is so ridiculous and here’s why:
1. Who cares if he got plastic surgery?! I’m okay with idols getting surgery as long as it’s not forced. This was Deans choice. He wanted this for himself. And usually when people get surgery it’s to help with their self confidence. Who doesn’t want to look better and more attractive?? Nobody has the right to bash him for wanting to fix his personal errors. Plastic surg is so common in Korea why is anyone truly surprised??
2. You do not own him. Kwon Hyuk is a grown ass fucking man. He can and will make his own decisions. You are nothing but a person who helps him make money. You, in no way have any control over what he does. You cannot be upset over his past that you have no conformation about.If you dont like the fact that he might’ve gotten plasty, too bad. You’re just going to have to deal with it. The end.
3. Stop harassing idols online!!!! Wtf?! This is why some idols are kinda distant, they don’t want to deal with the bs of people online. Commenting shit like “fuck me daddy” is wrong. Its a form of harassment. And gross And telling idols things like they aren’t worth their position, to kill themselves, etc is even worse. Do you know how much an idol goes through?? They work their asses off to be where they are now. They’ve gone through too much and don’t deserve to witness the bullshit rudeness coming from you. They work so hard to make enjoyable music and performers for us but some people are so ungrateful for even that. You only care for their looks when that is in fact, the least important thing. If you only stanned Dean for his look a you were never a true fan and didn't deserve to even witness his talent and greatness. People make me so fucking sick.
and lastly, Dean is such a sweet guy. He’ really smart and meaningful and tbh no one deserves him. And he definitely didn’t deserve all this hate online. He’s just ;;; so amazing and I love him so much. I just hope that the cruel messages he’s received doesn’t affect him too bad and he comes back soon. Us real rebels miss him dearly ❤ I want him to know that we do love and appreciate everything he does for us. A real fan will not care for just his looks.
Hi there (: Before reading this post, I recommend sitting down with a hot mug of tea/coffee and a packet of biscuits because this post is going to be quite long! I stumbled upon one of my very old blogposts from my fetus blog and there was a very extensive “study + exam tips” post, so I thought I’d repost it on here with some of the information tweaked (that is, fix up my grammar mistakes and make the language sound somewhat more sophisticated and structured):
Making notes: Every exam that I study for, I always write a set of notes and summaries. Personally, they’re quite useful for me because as I write notes, I also remember what I write. It depends on what types of study methods you prefer but for note-writing, here are a few tips:
Making it visually appealing: I recommend writing notes in a set of different colours and font sizes since it’d be easier to remember. For example, write all the main headings in capital with a highlight, and write the subheadings in red. By using a wide range of colours, you’re able to remember and visualise it easier later on.
Picking out what to write: Something that I struggle with whenever I write notes is choosing what to write. I’m a major word-hoarder, meaning that I’ll write everything in my notes, which is really bad since it’s not actually summarising. It’s more of copying the text word for word. Over the past few exams, I’ve learnt that in my notes, I only need the “super” main points like topic sentences at the start of each paragraph in a textbook. In text book paragraphs, most topic sentences summarise everything that will be discussed in the paragraph. Don’t go through the trouble of summarising everything because the rest of the paragraph will most likely contain examples, context, and definitions. I recommend taking small notes on these and expanding on the topic sentence.
Media, images and diagrams: As the saying goes, “a picture is worth a thousand words” and in notes, that is quite true. Diagrams and charts can show the same amount of information as two or three paragraphs of text. In my notes, I always aim to draw as many colourful diagrams, charts and cycles as possible. Since they’re colourful, they’re easier to visualise and remember during the exam and also, the points in which you’re meant to be studying are basically explained in diagrams.
You’ve written notes; now what? Well, after writing notes, you’ve got to start studying them. I find it good to find points that you have no clue about, and remember and practice those.
Create/Take quizzes: A great way to see how much of the content you’ve remembered is taking or creating quizzes. During 8th and 9th grade, I remember creating tons of quizzes for myself about the points I was meant to study. The questions were very general but they did help me to remember my notes. I recommend creating them on Powerpoint and scrolling through the slides to quiz yourself. If you aren’t bothered to create quizzes, there are always many online. Tons of educational websites have quizzes about a wide range of subjects from maths to science. At my school, my teachers used to give us past exam papers to do. If possible, you can always ask your teachers for those, or search for some online. I recommend marking down the questions you get wrong, so you can study them later.
Read through them: Another studying technique is also skimming through a section of your notes then reciting them aloud to test your memory.
Study with other people: Your classmates are probably cramming and studying for the exam like you are, so wouldn’t it be a good idea to study with them? I recommend joining Skype calls or chats with your friends who are also studying. It’s a good way to share and examine content, as well as learn new material.
How to prepare for your exams: Okay. Now this section, I learnt through ALOT of experience. When it comes to preparing for exams physically and mentally, I absolutely suck at it. But through experience, I’ve learnt essential things that you should do to prepare for them.
Get enough SLEEP!: I 100% recommend you get a full night’s sleep before your exam. I used to stay up until 3 or 4am just writing notes, reciting them and repeating the procedure over and over. I would only have 2 or 3 hours sleep, having to wake up at 7am to prepare for school. The hours leading up to the exam were torturous. I was tired, groggy, and couldn’t keep my eyes open. Not to mention, I was also in a grumpy and foul mood since I was too tired. When the time to actually do the exam came around, I remember my mind just going blank as I sat there and tried to remember my notes. But I couldn’t! Because I was way too tired to remember anything! So yeah, get a good night’s sleep!
Eat all your meals! Back then, I used to skip meals frequently since I couldn’t afford to lose or waste time that could be spent studying. So I would go from the afternoon till the next morning with little to no food or meals. Thinking back, that probably was extremely unhealthy since I’d go to school with no food or energy in my system. I recommend taking regular food breaks, just to get your energy back up, and to make sure that you’re staying healthy!
Study early! Most people lose sleep and don’t eat because they have NO time at all. Study early and write your notes early for your exam. It definitely pays off in the long run and you don’t have to stuff up your sleeping patterns at all. I believe starting to write your notes when you get your assessment notification is good. It may be hard to start, but remind yourself that it’ll be beneficial in the long run!
Calm yourself down: Most people, including myself, panic or develop extreme nerves before an exam due to a number of reasons. The main one would probably be the idea of failing the test. I believe eating some food, drinking something warm like tea or coffee, and just ignoring the fact that you have an exam are some good ways to calm yourself down or cope with the knowledge of having an exam. It’s easier said than done, but trust me, once you persuade yourself that you’re prepared, and that you’ve studied as much as you possibly could, you’ll be much more calm. Talk to some friends about an interesting or controversial topic in the media. Or repeat to yourself that you’re going to get it over and done with, and then you’d be able to relax.
Those are some of the study + exam tips that I’ve learnt from experience for studying for exams and coping with the bucket of nerves that come with it. Good luck studying (:
A/N: For @happy-snape-week 2017
I realize this is a little late for Christmas, and ALMOST late for Sev’s birthday (it’s not quite midnight where I live). I meant to get this done sooner, but I’ve been in the middle of traveling halfway across my country and haven’t had much time for writing. Also, I stand by this story as being happy, technically, although it’s the kind of happy that makes you cry, for parts of it. At any rate, it’s done, so enjoy!
Christmas Eve had once again arrived at the Burrow, and it smelled like cinnamon and ginger and rosemary and sage. Snow, which had begun to fall gently in the outside night, was already sticking in a soft, clean layer, but inside, a fire was blazing cheerily, and familiar faces buzzed about, talking, laughing, embracing each other, hands and hearts thawing in the warmth of it all. Dinner had been prepared and enthusiastically devoured, and even the grownups had indulged in far too many of Molly Weasley’s sweets. When even the latest arriving guests had been served a plate, everyone had settled in for the lovely holiday evening. The children had sat in front of the hearth, playing boisterous games of Gobstones and Exploding Snap, until they were sent upstairs when they got too loud, while the adults had gathered in armchairs and sofas and at the kitchen table with steaming mugs in hand, smiling, remembering, and enjoying each other’s company.
Molly was in an old, patchy brown recliner, cooing at her newest grandson. Arther stood behind her shoulder, his elbows on the chair back, chatting with a smiling Hermione Granger, whose happy brown eyes kept darting between him and the baby. She and Ronald Weasley sat comfortably together on a settee, a navy blue knitted blanket across their laps. The longest sofa had been claimed by the Potters, and a small boy was slumped between Harry Potter and a very pregnant Ginny. She had her legs in her husband’s lap, and his hands rested on the tops of her feet. Other Weasley boys, extended family, and friends were scattered around the house. Conversation was carried about in the typical, noisy, Weasley fashion, and continued to be so until a very unexpected guest walked through the front door.
In an instant, the whole house became silent. Judging by everyone’s faces, Molly and Arthur were the only ones who knew of his possible arrival, and, Severus would assume, Molly was the only one who expected him to show up. The others wore looks of shock and horror so vast that Severus immediately regretted his decision to come. For what seemed an infinitely long time, he stood there, fingers still terribly cold, blood rushing in his ears, stray snowflakes melting in his hair, feeling the appalled stares burn into him while completely unable to meet anyone’s eyes.
Then Molly was rising from her seat, and then the baby was in Arthur’s arms, and Molly was right in front of Severus, who was still frozen, and then… and then…
Before Severus had time to process what was happening, Molly had pulled him into a tight, warm hug.
“I had hoped you’d show up,” she said loudly, still with a hand on Severus’ shoulder. “You go sit yourself down and I’ll fix you up a plate.” Giving his shoulder a last affectionate squeeze, she turned to do exactly that.
After one brief, uncomfortable second, the silence ended, and hushed but urgent conversation broke out.
Arthur, who had deposited the infant, who had a rather thick mop of brown curls, on Hermione’s lap, hurriedly stepped forward and guided Severus to the recently vacated brown chair.
“I didn’t think you’d actually come,” Arthur admitted, and Severus resisted the urge to snort. Obviously. And then, as if realizing how that statement could be interpreted, Arther hastened to add, “But I’m glad you’re here.”
It wasn’t the words, so much, that caused such a foreign, and almost uncomfortable pang of something in Severus’ chest, but the sincerity with which they were said. Arther had really meant that, and so had Molly.
Severus inclined his head.
“I thank you, and your wife, for the invitation,” he said, his voice stiff with formality.
“Nonsense,” said Arthur. “You know you’re welcome here, any time. You’re family now.” Strangely, he darted a glance at his daughter and son-in-law before giving Severus a half smile that was equal parts nervous and honest. “Well, I’ll go see if Molly needs a hand, now,” he said awkwardly, and almost fled to the kitchen to ‘help’ Molly, leaving Severus to wonder what that bit about family had meant, as he hardly felt welcome at the moment.
It took only a moment for the realization to set in that he was now in the dubious company of four former students and their progeny, all of whom were still mutely starting at him. Severus then became acutely aware that he had not seen any of them for over a decade, and as his dark eyes roamed over all of them in turn, seeing their faces - so much older, more mature- it occurred to him just how much time that really was, and how much had changed without him being a part of it. It wasn’t as if he’d missed it, exactly, but, to be fair, he had never imagined that he would willingly attend a Weasley Christmas.
Surprisingly enough, it was Weasley who seemed to come to his senses first. He leaned forward in his seat, blanket shifting from his lap, to extend his hand to Severus.
“Professor,” he greeted in a voice that was not the least bit hostile, and if it was strained, it was only from surprise.
Severus accepted the handshake, halfway wondering what alternate dimension he’d managed to step into. And then he saw Granger surreptitiously wipe her eyes, and the look of utter devastation on Potter’s face. It hit him, suddenly, that the silence and tension of earlier wasn’t because of disappointment at seeing a hated face, but because at least some of them -Granger, Potter, and the two youngest Weasleys included - hadn’t known he was alive.
Still, apart from the shock, their actions confused him. Why the tears? Why the sadness? He’d understand it if it had been Potter’s beloved Godfather, or even Lupin that had walked back from the dead, but him? All four faces were looking at him, eyes shiny with wonder and… something. And he didn’t understand. They hadn’t… mourned him, had they? It was impossible. If anything, they should have been glad that he was gone. Or indifferent. But this? And yet, the grief on their faces was undeniable. They truly had missed him while he was gone.
The pang in his heart was so strong that time that he reached his hand up to rub at his chest. Why? Why would they miss him? Why would they care?
Silence fell once more, all of them stunned, until a soft, gentle voice began to speak.
“Mum told us that someone would be here tonight. A special guest, she said. None of us imagined it would be you.”
It was Ginevra who had spoken, and she smiled, despite the tears running down her cheeks. She gave a shaky, overwhelmed sort of laugh, and then she was sobbing. Potter had his arm around her in an instant, his hand running soothingly across her back, but he had yet to take his eyes off of Severus.
Granger seemed to have recovered by then, and she tenderly placed her son in Ronald’s arms before standing and gently pulling Severus to stand as well. And then she hugged him, tightly, her head against his shoulder as if they were the best of friends, as if she were truly glad to see him. And then Severus, despite trying desperately not to, began to believe that she - that all of them - really were.
It was a long moment before Hermione pulled away, both of them blinking fiercely.
“Don’t you dare leave again, don’t you dare,” she said vehemently, but quietly. She sat back down, and Ronald took her hand. There was a respectful kind of silence as everyone waited for Severus to pull himself together.
“Mummy? Who’s that?” a small voice whispered loudly.
Everyone’s attention was then drawn to the little boy who was rubbing his eyes with one hand and tugging on Ginny’s sleeve with the other. It was Potter’s boy, it had to be, with the same messy black hair that seemed doomed to run in the family. And then the little brat turned to point at Severus, and Severus drew in a sharp breath as he was once again looking into achingly familiar bright green eyes, which also must have been genetic. He looked at Potter for a fraction of a second, but he could not keep himself from staring at the boy, who couldn’t have been more than two, maybe three years old.
“Alby,” said Potter slowly, and Severus realized that his voice was different than he’d last heard, deeper, and rough with emotion, “Why don’t you go and introduce yourself.”
Severus once again looked at Potter, but was confused to see that he was looking at Ginevra with an intensity that didn’t seem to make sense.
Slowly, and a bit shyly, the little boy walked to Severus and stopped by his knees, raising his arms as if asking to be picked up. Severus darted a glance to Ginny for reassurance before setting the child gently on his lap and giving him his full attention.
The boy, who Potter had called Alby, surprised Severus by giving him a blinding smile, all shyness forgotten, and once again, he was looking into those eyes.
“I’m Albus. Albus Sev'us Potter,” the boy said with a slight lisp, but evident pride in his voice. “What’s you’re name?”
But Severus didn’t respond immediately. He couldn’t. He looked up in shock, eyes flicking between Ginevra and Potter, mouth open and unable to fully take in the entirety of it. And then Arther’s words were ringing in his ears: “You’re family now.”
It was like a dam had broken inside. He was horrified to find tears came to his eyes, but there was nothing he could do. He was completely helpless against the emotion that overwhelmed him. Maybe they hadn’t been as happy as he’d have imagined by his death, but this was simply too much. It had to be too much.
“Severus,” he told the child distractedly. “Severus Snape.”
Alby, of course, was too young to realize the significance of what had just occurred, and contented himself by leaning against Severus and closing his eyes, seeming happy enough to just be held by a perfect stranger, albeit one with the same name as him. Severus’ hand, without conscience decision on his part, came to rest against the child’s dark hair, as he pulled the boy just a bit closer to himself. And finally, he looked at Potter and spoke.
“He looks just like his father,” he said softly, his voice coming out altered and thick. “But he has-”
“My mother’s eyes,” Potter finished for him with a grin.
Severus nodded helplessly. It wasn’t the first time he had seen the boy - man, now, he realized - smile, but it was the first time he had smiled at him, and, at some point, due to his face maturing into that of an adult, his grin had stopped looking like a carbon copy of James Potter’s. And with that came the realization that Potter was now older than his father had ever been.
This time, the silence that followed wasn’t weird, but comfortable, and even pleasant. Severus wasn’t used to being around this many people, especially not this many people who seemed to like him, and he certainly wasn’t used to having children on his lap, but as it was, the child’s warm weight was rather soothing, and his hair was very, very soft.
Eventually, Molly came in and set a plate of food on the table beside him, and Severus realized vaguely that her waiting for the tension to ease before interrupting was thoughtful, but then, Molly usually was.
Knowing from experience that he’d get a thoroughly embarrassing scolding, even at his age, if he were to not eat, he picked up his plate, careful not to disturb the sleeping boy in his lap. The plate was piled high with turkey, served with stuffing, gravy, and current jelly, roasted potatoes, Brussels sprouts, and Yorkshire pudding. There was even a smaller dessert saucer of sherry trifle, and Severus wondered if it was a coincidence that it was one of the few puddings he was fond of. He made a valiant effort to eat as much as he could, but still didn’t even manage half of it before he had to set it aside.
There were a few quiet minutes where the only sound was the deep, steady breathing of the - currently - youngest Potter. Then Ginevra stood and walked, or rather waddled, over to take Alby to bed.
Severus looked at the young, obviously pregnant woman, and then at the stairs, and hesitated. To Severus’ amazement, she rolled her eyes at him and huffed.
“This is the third one,” she said dryly, hand over her belly to indicate the child within. “I assure you, I know my limits.”
Severus spent the next second patently horrified at how very much Ginevra resembled her mother, and the openly fond smile she gave him as she picked up her son didn’t help at all.
“You should see the way she scolds James when he misbehaves. It’s like Molly all over again,” said Potter, rightly interpreting the look on Severus’ face. He was clearly amused, by the way the sides of his lips had curled up, and the way his eyes sparkled, just a bit.
It then clicked that James must be the third child Ginevra mentioned, and the oldest by the sound of it.
“It’s a redhead thing, I assure you,” said Severus after a moment. “Your mother could be the same way. She could be downright lethal with a wooden spoon.”
Talking about Lily was less painful than he had imagined it would be, and Potter’s face immediately brightened, making him look younger, so much so that couldn’t help but remember the years he had spent as the boy’s teacher.
Harry smiled at him, a genuine, happy smile that was apparently contagious, because, after a second of hesitation, Severus felt himself smiling back.
At that moment, George Weasley walked into the room and promptly froze at the scene before him.
“Woah,” he exclaimed, eyebrows shooting up in pure surprise. “We must be on a different planet, right?” He looked between Harry and Snape in amazement.
“Never imagined you’d see Professor Snape smile, eh?” Ronald joked lightly. “And at Harry, no less.”
“No indeed,” replied George mildly.
“Oh, but it is Christmas,” said Hermione, joining in on the teasing.
“Yeah,“ said George with a grin. “Christmas on Mars.”
I am a writing tutor at my high school and today I was forced to test my professionalism. I am an lgbt individual and a boy walked in today with a paper on why he believed that gay marriage was inherently wrong and why it should not have been legalized. When I took this job, it had never occurred to me that I would have to have to deal with people that put me in a position like this. When I looked down and saw the topic of his paper, I nearly felt sick. I had every urge to turn the paper back on him and to tell him that I couldn’t review it, but I had the very real realization in that moment that this would be something I would have to deal with my entire life. I would constantly be slapped with this “opposing viewpoint” this “debatable topic” that said that I was not valued as highly and could not be afforded the same rights as a straight person. Today I had to correct his paper. I had to fix his grammar and his sentence structure and tell him that he needed to elaborate on his analysis more. I couldn’t tell him that what he was saying and that what he was doing to me was morally wrong. I couldn’t stick up for myself because in this line of work you’re not allowed to be biased. I remained composed throughout the entire session, but I can tell you that the moment I left that room, I started crying. Even now as I’m writing this, I’m shaking and there are tears in my eyes.
@theballadofryan and I wrote this together with her writing most of it and me adding pictures and some more theories and fixing grammar errors.
We understand its 2017, but due to intense boredom and the topic about how Ryan sleeps during the day because he is always on Instagram during the AM times. We have concluded that George Ryan Ross III is a vampire. We have gathered some intense evidence to prove our point.
Ivils doesn’t know how to be “good dad” at first. Even though he tries hard to be father, he sometimes treats his children like his servants like how Siralos did even he doesn’t mean to. He tries to become a slightly better dad (but still an airhead) after Adauchi left him.
See its face beneath the glass It murmurs on the breeze Like a long black Cadillac It passes ‘neath the trees What is it you’re waiting for? Sweet love is on its knees Go to sleep my one true love And find your heart’s release
Then we’ll be running Afraid of nothing Yeah we’ll be running
After some research, I’ve come up with some new points. I also wanted to fix some of my grammar and spelling errors. I wanted to expand on the location ties. Please note that the QN profiles do not include their “dislike” category. The information was compiled from the “Uta no Prince-sama DEBUT” and “Uta no Prince-sama All Star” official fanbooks. Also from the back of the “Milky Puzzle” cards in the “Dreaming Collection” Card set. Senpai hobby information was from the “Uta no Prince-sama All Star After Secret webpage.
I keep forgetting that the Utapri boys are embodiments of the places they are from. This also influences the way they talk. Of course since they move around a lot their speech is affected by outside influences.
ESFP: The hand-me-down car that go with you on your journeys, with a sweet radio stereo as well. ESTP: Worn and kind of dirty running shoes that take you on exciting adventures. You don’t wear them anymore, they wear you. ISFP: A beautiful possessed plant that never wilts, but will get sad if you forget to water it. INFP: A notebook that leaves you nice messages written in it and occasionally pretends to be Tom Riddle. ENFP: A possessed t-shirt with funny messages that change everyday. INFJ: The thick, old, and mystical book at the library that most people never pick up. Most people. ENFJ: A magic 8-ball that will only every land on positive messages. ENTP: A possessed phone that makes the most embarrassing typos and messes with its owner. INTJ: That stuffed animal that you swear rolls its eyes at you when you’re not looking. ENTJ: A possessed map that marks all the placed you travel to conquer. INTP: A keyboard that fixes your typos, grammar, but also prevents you from sending biased opinions and types up more intelligent sentences for you. ESFJ: A possessed backpack that always has everything you need, and it’s always got your back. ISTJ: That one pair of headphones that never break for some miraculous reason. ESTJ: A business suit that makes sure you don’t sweat nervously in interviews and meetings. ISFJ: A possessed flower-crown that you can never take off once you put it on. ISTP: Just a straight up ghost, man.
I suppose it’s about time I talk about this. on the 27th of November 2015 I started a relationship with a wonderful girl. she was nice, funny, and cute. I was honestly in love with this girl. Over the course of the first few months things were, well. perfect.
we had plans to meet, we had plans for the future, it was amazing. around late may she was really getting in to her job as a nanny for a fairly rich family and they wanted her to come along with them on Vacation and take care of their kids while they were out an about. she was supposed to leave around June 18th if i remember correctly, But on June 10th she went silent, no posts no messages.. she just vanished. i simply figured she left early and forgot to message me. that’s until summer began to creep away.
Summer was over, she wasn’t back, soon fall passed, then winter.. some time after her disappearance from my life Her kik started to tell me her phone was off or disconnected for a long time and my messages would be delivered when it was reconnected. here I am, in march of 2017 and shes still.. well i don’t know. My best guess is that she got bored of me, of a long distance relationship and decided to just start over on her accounts. but something tells me thats not the reason,
A. she wasn’t the kind of person to do such a thing or so i think, secrets exist sadly. B. the accounts aren’t deleted and she could have easily blocked me. And C. no one she knew was informed, at all. why would she leave all her friends and followers behind to get away from a caring guy who would have agreed to breakup if she honestly wanted to,
there are so many scenarios that have gone through my mind and im still worried sick. I hope she’s alright.
If ANYONE knows what might have happened, where she could have gone, or has talked to her between june 10th and now, PLEASE SPEAK UP. say something, anything at all, If she doesn’t wanna be in a relationship or be friends at all I will Understand i just wanna talk to her again or even just know shes safe.. her account names are: @officerbunbun@officerjudycarrots@sweaterstar