kind of formal

anonymous asked:

I thought Jill and Jana are not really licensed midwifes as half of the women who deliver fundie children, it was all over the internet at one point

Jana is not licensed. She used to study along with Jill as her “accountability buddy” to be a doula  but never got her certification. 

Jill was a licensed Certified Professional Midwife. I believe she may have allowed the license to lapse as she spent so much time out of the country. However, she was at one point a licensed midwife. 

However, what you refer to is the fact that there is controversy about the legitimacy of the practice of lay midwives as opposed to nurse midwives. Lay midwifes (like Jill) never have to go through any kind of formal education. They serve as apprentices and work towards their certification.  Meanwhile, Nurse Midwives require a masters degree or doctorate in nursing, they must pass their general nursing and additional midwifery boards, as well as keep their nursing license valid and keep their education up to date. 

I don’t plan on having kids anytime soon, but if I had the choice between a Certified Professional Midwife and a Certified Nurse Midwife, it would be no contest. I’d go with the nurse. 

-Admin T 

anonymous asked:

is there an equivalent to "yain't" or "y'all'd've" in your sprout language?

well,,,,,,,,there’s a plural “you” and a singular “you”, so “y’all” as a concept doesn’t really need to happen,,,,,,,,,there’s stuff like “s’y” which is like “i’m”, but there aren’t as many words that are Mostly Vowels so that kind of Intense Word Smashing doesn’t really happen as much (also, it’s kind of. old and formal and deliberately wordy)? 

“yain’t” would be like,,,,, “djo nyo yuz” or just “nyo yuz”, i think? is “yain’t” like,,, y’all ain’t oh my gosh what kind of monstrous frankenword…………. y’all’d’ve i think is “you all would have”?? so that would be like……. djo daigatez [verb]…so “y’all’d’ve seen it” would be “djo daigatez i geš” ????? i think??? why does y’all’d’ve Exist i hate conjugation this question gave me a heaDACHE THANK U AND BLESS U FOR ASKING IT

(though there ARE a lot of words that are just,,,,,,,,other words, smashed together and bound with duct tape and blatantly pretending to be their own thing!! like “desert” is maruifhaum which is just,, “dry ocean”, but ocean is just “great water”, so it’s actually “dry great water”)

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Their stories: Amazing grammar, soaring vocabulary, beautiful imagery and prose which flows like a river.

In chats: no capitalisation or punctuation, swears like a sailor, misspellings everywhere, acronyms and abbreviations every five words, idek

In light of recent events...

I’m disgusted with events that took place over the last 12 hours or so on Twitter, and I’m even more disgusted that this is a thing that happens repetitiously. So, here is a list of basic etiquette for meeting DnP in public. Honestly all of this is common sense, but apparently some people need to be reminded of it:

(Once you have read this, you have absolutely no excuses for your actions should you ever meet them (not that you had any excuses to begin with) and shall have 100% responsibility for your actions.)

(Also, these rules apply to any stars/celebrities/humans in general that you may encounter and apply in any location or scenario.)

  • DON’T take videos or photos of them without their consent, full stop. It’s a breach of their privacy, which goes against their fundamental human rights and is therefore illegal in almost all countries around the world, countries like Australia and the UK included…
  • …and if you do, DO delete it/them, especially if they ask you to. Again, it’s illegal and just morally wrong to take/keep/post non-consensual footage of them.
  • DON’T follow them or stalk them. It’s common sense and is for the same reasons as I listed above (it’s illegal), so if I get anyone questioning why, I will be really disgusted and disappointed.
  • DO go to meetups if you want selfies and if you want to meet them. The very reason meetups exist is so that you can meet your favourite stars in a consensual and relaxed environment, so take advantage of that rather than springing a trap on them outside of said consensual environments.
  • DO remember that DnP are no more or less human than us. I’ve seen people using the argument that they’re celebrities and that they should expect to be followed and whatnot, but they have the right to privacy as much as any of us and can feel frustration as much as any of us, so treat them like you’d treat any normal member of the public.
  • DO remember to distinguish between running into them coincidentally and deliberately tracking or following them. Running into them coincidentally is something you didn’t expect or intend to happen, therefore not your fault. Following or tracking them is 100% a conscious action so you are expect to take full responsibility for whatever may happen.
  • DON’T use “Oh but it’s a public area” as an excuse for following them. I’ve seen and argued with so many people who have used that excuse, but it doesn’t make following them any less morally or legally corrupt. Just because it may be deemed a public area doesn’t mean they’re always willing to interact with any people in it in a public manner. They are in public for the sake of sorting out shit for their own personal lives, it’s not an automatic invitation for anyone and everyone to follow them. Besides, Dan specifically said in a liveshow not to follow them in airports, so listen to them when they say that and assume the same request applies for any other public area.
  • DON’T think that they’re okay with being followed just because they offer to take selfies or whatever or because they don’t call you out on following them. I do wish DnP had more backbone regarding this, but the only reason they may agree to interacting with you is because they’re very selfless men who put their viewers wants (wants, not needs, because meeting them is not a necessity in life) before their own, however that doesn’t mean they’re comfortable doing it. Don’t take advantage of that selflessness.
  • DON’T remain under the impression that they live to serve us. They are under no obligation to do anything for us, not even on the internet, and it’s only because they’re good and admittedly-over-generous people that they do so in the first place. Just because they’re entertainers online sometimes doesn’t mean they’re idols to be objectified and dehumanised all the time, everywhere. They have their own lives and personal needs, exactly the same as we do.
  • DON’T be surprised if you receive backlash for doing things like what those people did today, you deserve every nasty tweet, post and DM you receive (unless you receive death threats or anything like that, which is never okay).
  • DON’T feel you have the right to defend yourself if you receive backlash, because you honestly don’t.

One final thought: you ever think about why celebrities imply or say that they want to live a ‘normal’ life? It’s because of stalkers and followers like the ones today, people who completely dehumanise them and put them on a pedestal where they’re expected to stay and be leered at 24/7. It’s not fair to enforce this on fellow human beings, especially with human beings as gracious and patient with us as DnP are. You don’t deserve to be called a ‘fan’ if you can’t love and value and respect them properly.


So at first I just wanted to draw Gen in a waistcoat… and then I wondered ‘who is he looking at like that?’ and then of course it turns out he’s at some fancy BDSM party and he never thought he’d see Sephiroth there but lo and behold, it’s the man in the flesh, and he doesn’t look too pleased at being found out by his colleague. Or maybe Genesis sent him an invite, thinking he’d never come, and thus he’s pleasantly surprised?

What is the difference between watashi, boku and ore?

Unlike “I” in English, there are a lot of way to say it in Japanese. The problem is that different words emit a different nuance so some word might not be appropriate to be used in some situation. Therefore it will help a lot to know the proper way to use each word! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Watashi – is the first pronoun you will be learning in any book and can be safely used in any kind of situations. It’s quite formal, but there is another word that have higher formality such as watakushi . There are also other alternate form such as atashi which have a more feminine nuance and therefore only used by girls, woman or by man who willingly use it to be feminine.

Boku – commonly used by little boys with family members or friends. Have a bit of childish/pure nuance.

Ore – used by men and have a nuance where you put yourself higher than others. It’s considered rude to be used in normal situation. But it’s very normal for grown up boys / man to use it among friends. They seen it to have somewhat “manly/cool” nuance.

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Wednesday and Amelia are spending their weekend house sitting/baby sitting Amelia’s youngest sister Temperance, who is most likely going to be their little flower girl.🌼


Time waits for no man
So reach for the stars
I’m fired up!

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Semiotics in Fandom Texts

A brief lesson on media decoding for the Check Please! Fandom

Semiotics is the study of signs/symbols and their use/interpretation. It’s basically how is meaning is created and expressed. Stuart Hall, notably, had a preferred reading theory. 

There’s encoding and decoding in all media. The content creator (an artist, journalist, etc) makes a piece with an intended meaning. They encode a message into their work. It’s the job of the audience to take that piece and decode its meaning.

 Now, it’s not often that straight forward. It’s not just like you have an audio jack straight from the brain of the creator into your mind so you can download their exact intended message. You have things like ethnic, racial, regional and religious backgrounds. You have how old you are, the generation you were raised in, and  the kind of education (formal or otherwise) that you’ve received. Whether you’re nuerotypical or allisitic sometimes comes into play. What privileges, or lack thereof,  and experiences you carry with you heavily impact how you interpret media. And even when a creator comes out and says “this is exactly the lens through which I want you to see this piece,” that can still be ignored or disregarded. 

Hall broke down how an audience decodes meaning into three major categories: 

Dominant reading- you’ve hit the nail on the head. This is exactly how the creator intended you to consume this media. You figured out the message and have accepted it as such. 

Negotiated reading - you’ve taken the message, and there are parts of it that you accept. You’re negotiating your bias with how much you believe that the intended message is indeed the message. Perhaps you see how it could be interpreted differently, but you’ve chosen to accept your interpretation as THE message. 

Oppositional reading - you’ve basically rejected the entire message in favor of something more aligned with your beliefs. This is like when global warning deniers refuse to look at facts and figures because they’ve been conditioned to believe that “the science is still inconclusive”. (just one example, more on this later)

Typically, the way people read media messages is more on a spectrum. So I’ll be using qualifying terms such as “more”, “less”, “closer to” and “further from” in order to describe placement on this spectrum. 

Case Study: In Universe Meta Meta 

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Something Worth Fighting For- 3

Summary: You’ve just begun to settle into life as an Avenger when a mission gone awry divides the team in half, and a familiar face shows up just in time to make you second guess your every choice. Third installment of the Worth Fighting For Series

Words: 1595

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You sat between Steve and Sam, staring straight ahead as the funeral proceeded. It was a long, arduous affair, but well deserved. Ahead, you could see the arrangement of flowers surrounding a photo of Peggy- taken before the end of the second world war. She was beautiful, young, and you couldn’t help but wonder when her hair had started to turn grey.

After losing Bucky, and then Steve, it felt like the world was coming down around you. Buildings began to decay, countries formed and reformed. People had children or they died; Peggy’s hair turned grey, Howard got married. Dugan and Jones and Morita- the Howling Commandos- most of them were killed or retired to live out the rest of their lives as civilians. They were all gone, now, and Peggy was the last of them. It was just you, Steve and Bucky now.

 That is, if Bucky was still alive.

Please tell Rogers: when you gotta go, you gotta go.

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Colloquial German Phrases

here are some very very colloquial German terms for you which are mainly used in spoken German (by younger people)

 NEVER use those in any kind of formal text

auf etw. Bock haben: da hätt´ich richtig Bock drauf - “I really wanna do this”

jmd. abziehen: Er hat mir beim Katenspielen so viel Geld abgezogen - sth like to win sth from sb. in this  example it implies that you lost a lot of money to sb. in the card game

jmd. herunterziehen: seine schlechte Laune hat mich voll runtergezogen - to drag sb. down/ to get into a bad mood because of sb.

jmd. abfucken: er hat mich komplett abgefuckt - to fuck sb. up

etw. verkacken: ich hab den Mathetest verkackt - to screw sth. up

reinscheißen: jetzt scheiß mal nicht rein ! - to completely overdramatise/exaggerate sth.: “Gosh, stop exaggerating”

rumspacken: mein Handy spackt rum - to not work/function properly (often concering phones, laptops etc.)

rummucken: jetzt hör auf rumzumucken ! - getting onto someone´s nerves because they are expressing their opinion over and over again “Stop annoying me !”

labern: laber mal nicht ! - to tell sb complete bullshit “Oh as if, stop telling me bullshit”

etw. mega finden: das ist mega - to think of sth. as really awesome/amazing

Insults (hehe):

der Spasst/Spassti, die Spassten - lit.someone who has spasms basically means idiot/dumbass/jerk

der 31er (”Einunddreißiger”)/die 31er - a traitor

der Assi/die Assis - comes from the word der Asoziale (someone who is asocial) describes people who walk around in sweatpants all day, behave unfriendly and are from the lower class and also adults which do not work

der (Voll-)Pfosten/die (Voll-)Pfosten - people who are really dump and do not notice obvious things

**please keep in mind that colloquial phrases can really differ depending on the region you live in,those are some from the north of Germany

I just had a really simple idea of how to show characters’ cultures in Steven Universe: some kind of formal party!

Think about it. Maybe Mayor Dewey gets re-elected, maybe there’s a wedding or something, but whatever happens, all of Beach City are invited to some formal affair - and show up in traditional clothing. Not everyone would, of course, but imagine Priyanka and Connie in saris, Kofi and the Pizzas in traditional Ghanian clothing, Lars in a Barong Tagalog, and so on. The Gems could even show up in more “traditional” Homeworld clothing, with sharp geometric shapes and stars where there would normally be diamonds. 

Heck, the episode could be about Steven learning a bit about life on Homeworld! It would be super easy to parallel that to disapora or mixed kids learning about their parents’ cultures.

Like…? This wouldn’t be a hard thing to show at all…?

(EDIT: Shit, I fucked up, I thought the Pizzas were Nigerian. My bad. Sorry.)

Pet Release Ritual & Jar Spell

A couple weeks ago I had to say goodbye to my beloved cat of 17 years, and it was one of the worst days of my life. She was a part of me as much as my own limbs, and I knew that I would need to pay my respects to her in some kind of formal way. I wasn’t satisfied with pet release rituals I’d found online, so I created my own. I sincerely hope that no one will ever have to use this, but if you do, I hope it brings you some peace, or at least puts you on the path to getting through your grief. This ritual is in three parts, but not everyone will be able to do the first part. That’s okay. Do what you can, take parts of this and make them your own, etc. The more personal to you, the more powerful. 

Part One: Keepsakes & Intent

This part of the ritual is meant to be done in the time leading up to your pets passing.

For yourself: If you have a beloved pet and you feel that their time may be coming soon, you might consider creating a salt dough mold of their paw print to keep. I’ve found that these are much more meaningful if you create it yourself while your pet is still alive (if you have the chance), rather than letting the vet make you one. If you make it yourself, you can add your intent into the dough. Kneading it can be therapeutic as well.  

Recipe for Salt Dough:

  • 1 cup flour
  • ½ cup salt
  • ½ cup water
  • 1 tbs herb(s) of choice [some herbs/flowers that are good for comfort could be cinnamon, roses, or chamomile]
    • Preheat oven to 200 degrees.
    • Mix all dry ingredients first (flour, salt, herbs)
    • Gradually stir in water until the dough begins to form.
    • On a floured surface, knead dough until it is firmed up and workable. Using a rolling pin or cylindrical object, roll out your dough. Use a round cookie cutter or rounded bowl (consider the size of your pets paw when choosing a shape) , cut out as many circles of the dough as you think you’ll need.
    • Gently, press your pet’s paw into the dough. This may take a couple attempts until you’re satisfied with the way it looks. As you do this, think about the love your pet has given you over time, and imagine some of that love being pressed into the dough. 
    • Bake for 2 hours, or until dough is hardened. After it cools down, you can paint it or write your pets name in Sharpie.

Keep it with you, or make it into an ornament or decoration. When you need to feel a little part of your pet’s love, hold your palm to it and remember their paw pressing into the dough, how their love is sealed into it.

For your pet: Think about your pet’s favorite things: places, toys, blankets, etc. Take some time to enchant those areas or items with some loving intent - that your pet will feel at peace and comfortable during their last days whenever they lay in their bed or sit with their toys. 

Personally, I enchanted my cat’s favorite blanket, and on her last day with us, she spent the entire day resting on it, and she was still on it when she passed. I know she was comfortable and felt safe in her last few hours. Of course, the blanket was in my lap all day, which helped too. It’s important to spend as much time with your pet at the end as you possibly can - they deserve that for loving us. Even though it’s hard, it’s an important part of the entire process. 

Part Two: Ritual of Release

This part of the ritual is meant to be done after your pet has passed. 

Around sunset, when the light is soft, make yourself a little altar for your pet, and conduct this passing ritual. Make sure that you can be alone for a good chunk of time and you’ll be undisturbed. This is basically a small funeral for your pet, and it is meant to be extremely personal so that you can begin to grieve.  

My ritual was extremely simple. You can follow what I did or create your own using what you have. To follow mine, you will need:

    • one tealight candle (to represent your pet’s life)
    • a picture of your pet (to invoke memories)
    • amethyst pieces (to aid in meditation & balance emotions)
    • one piece of tumbled rose quartz (for comfort - not required but it helps to have something to hold)
    • vanilla incense (attracting love, aids in memory) - or any scented incense or candle that brings you comfort
    • calming music
    • tissues (you’re gonna need them, trust me)

Place the photo of your pet in the middle of the space. On top of that, set your tealight candle. Surround the photo and candle with the amethyst pieces, like a sort of crystal grid. Play your calming music. Once you’re all set up, light your incense and then take a few deep breaths. Next, light your candle and hold your rose quartz for extra comfort if you need it. 

Now you’ll take time to meditate on your pet - fond memories, what you loved about them, etc. Let yourself cry if you need to. There is no limit to this - take as long as you need to. Crying is cathartic - letting yourself feel these strong emotions will aid the grieving process. When you’re ready, you can move on to the next part.

After meditating on your pet, take some time to talk to them, as though they were still right there with you. It helps to look at their picture during this time. Tell them how much you love them, how you will never forget them, that you are sorry for what happened to them, and that you are releasing their spirit from this world - that you are letting them go. It may be helpful to recite something like this: 

Dear ____________, as dust returns to dust, so now does your spirit return to the earth. May you be at peace forevermore. 

Recite that as much as you need to, or keep talking to your pet, until you feel that shift of energy around you that lets you know the ritual is over. I also took a moment to thank God for putting her in my life in the first place, and for letting me keep her as long as I did.

Either let your candle burn down on its own, or blow it out yourself. 

Part Three: Spell Jar for Grief 

This final part is a spell jar, to aid in the process of grieving your pet. Even if you’ve done the ritual and released them, there is still a process of grief you have to go through. This spell jar is meant to make that process a little smoother, a little more bearable. 

  • Components:
    • sea salt (purification, protection)
    • herb to represent your pet (ex: catnip for cats, cumin [represents loyalty] for dogs, etc)
    • lavender (peace)
    • rose petals (love)
    • something to represent death - I used black glitter
    • one of the amethyst chips used in the release ritual

As you place each component in the jar, think about your pet and use the following incantation: 

Dear one, 
I must let you go, as hard as it may be.
But though your spirit may be gone,
I know you are always with me.

Repeat this spell as many times as you need to. Seal your jar with the wax from your ritual candle or another if you don’t have it anymore. Place by your bedside until you feel ready to move past your grieving phase (it may take a long time, but you will know when you’re ready). When you’re ready, bury the jar either near your pet’s grave if applicable or somewhere in your backyard to seal your decision to let go.

Grace & peace,


The Other Prince + A CS Modern Royal AU [Chapter 3]

Modern Royalty AU: HRH Prince Killian has grown up in the shadow of the crown while enduring tragedy and the burdens of being the spare to the heir. With a desire to escape his past, he agrees to play host to the visiting general’s daughter in exchange for an eventual life outside royal bounds. Moving on is never that easy though and he quickly learns that being the ‘other’ prince is even more difficult when you find yourself falling for the girl everyone wants your brother to marry.

Catch Up On Previous Chapters: One, Two
Also on and AO3.

Word Count: 5,064

Alright, here’s the next Killian chapter! Lots of backstory and setting the stage for what’s coming - I know a lot of you are anxious for Killian and Emma to meet and I promise, it’s coming! Stick with me :]

The route to the palace was a familiar one and Killian wagered little had changed since the first time a driver escorted him from Kensington to the heart of Westminster. The streets of metropolitan London were busily lined with citizens taking full advantage of the near noon bustle, scurrying along to various shops and pausing for late breakfasts at any one of the various cafes found in the downtown district. Their lives seemed casual and enviously simple, a fact that Killian tried not to harbor on as he stared out the window of the unmarked black car Liam had sent for him. It was highly likely that his dutiful brother was already well immersed in whatever task list a future king gets handed when he shows up at Her Majesty’s headquarters very bright and far too early.

Such a stubborn arse, Killian thought as he ran a hand over his unamused eyes. It was probably for the best that the Queen was part way around the globe for now. The absence of their lovable yet all too proper Gran and the steaming cup of coffee Marco had brought along were the only two things lending him luck at the moment.

“Around to the back gate, your highness?”

“Aye,” Killian nodded, glancing up toward the rear view mirror with an arched brow. “But are we ever going to agree on you calling me 'Killian’? I’d thought we were well beyond formalities by now, mate.”

He caught the humored smile of the man in the driver’s seat via the reflective overhead glass, accompanied with familiar eyes set in typical analysis and a beard almost all white as a reminder of just how long the loyal confidante had been chauffeuring the royal family around. Marco was a former carpenter and had come from Italy right around the time of the last elaborate royal wedding, beginning his work initially in one of the palace’s many gardens on instructed maintenance and upkeep. It hadn’t taken long for the flower loving and recently wed princess to prod him into an unlikely friendship, one that was built around what blossomed on royal grounds but eventually extended into a bond akin to family.

Killian had heard many tales of those simpler times from Marco on their countless drives together, his favorite including a time when building a royal crib suddenly became a request for the man who was more accustomed to being asked to pull weeds. He had told Killian so much about his mother over the years - how she lovingly bossed him around when it was time to select what to plant for spring, how she’d all but demanded that he attend every holiday banquet as an esteemed guest of their family, and how he’d helped her learn bits of conversational Italian while escorting her between the regal grounds and whatever location she was destined for. It was this kindly man who’d migrated to London only a few decades earlier who had been instrumental in their lives for a number of critical years, certainly long enough to see the high points and the extremely low ones. He’d claimed teasingly several times that there were very few rides more unpleasant than the time he drove the royal couple and their second newborn baby boy - one with 'strong lungs and even stronger opinions on London traffic’ - home from St. Mary’s on a very snowy January morning.

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The Met Gala

I was sitting at home, in my small apartment waiting for my friend Justin to come by. I had known Justin since I was 19, which wasn’t such a long time since I recently turned 20, but it was like we had known each other forever!

It usually took Justin about 20 minutes to get here, but weirdly enough he was late, and usually he was never late?

I decided to call to see what he was doing, but he wouldn’t pick up his phone, which made me worried, but not even a few minutes later I heard a knock on my door. I went out to my door and opened it, there he stood, looking good as always. Okay, I might have had a little crush on him ever since I met him, but I knew I wasn’t his type, so I just acted like nothing was happening.

“Hey Y/N/N,” Justin said as he attacked me. We had actually not seen each other for a while because of Justin’s tour, but it was fine.

“Hey,” I said, then I went inside my apartment and sat down on the couch.

“So, you know I have this event in like a week, right?” Justin asked me as he sat down beside me.

“Yeah, you’ve been talking about it since forever,” I told him with a chuckle. Justin chuckled, too, then he cleared his throat and looked me directly into my eyes.

“I just found out Selena is coming, too,” he told me, which made me furrow my eyebrows.

“So?” I asked him, which made him sigh.

“You know I’m still in love with her,” he told me, which made a big knot form in my stomach. I gulped and looked down at my lap.

“What do you want me to do? I can’t do anything about it” I told him, then I grabbed the TV-remote and started looking through the different channels.

“You can do something about it, go with me as my date,” he told me. I turned around with my mouth wide open.

“Are you serious?” I asked him as a smile formed on my lips.

“Yeah, then maybe Selena can see that I have "moved on” and then she’ll get jealous, and then we’ll get back together,“ he told me with a big smile. I rolled my eyes, but eventually I nodded my head and faked a smile.

"Sure, I’ll go with you as your "date”,“ I told him as I rolled my eyes once again. Justin smiled widely, then he pulled me into his arms and hugged me tight.

"Thank you, you have really saved me,” he told me, then he pecked my forehead and grabbed the TV-remote.

Tonight was the night of the big event that Justin had invited me to. I had used the whole week trying to figure out what to wear until Justin finally told me that it was a formal kind of event.

I decided to let Justin see a side of me he had never seen before, so I went all in with the makeup. Also instead of just curling my hair, I decided to also wear a hair chain. My whole outfit was kinda boho, and I honestly loved it! I was wearing the most beautiful navy blue dress from Koh Koh and my shoes were from Louboutin.

And as a surprise for Justin, I had gotten a lip piercing, which was totally not my style, but I honestly loved it, it complimented my lips, there, by the way, were these really cool ombré lips.

Justin picked me up at 9pm, in a limousine. When I had opened the door for Justin he literally dropped his jaw.

“Whoa,” he said as he kept looking me up and down. “You look absolutely stunning!” he told me, then he took a step closer and pecked my cheek. “Thank you,” I told him, then I grabbed my clutch and went out of the door. Justin closed the door behind us. he was completely shocked, which made me smirk. I had mainly got this dressed up to impress him because maybe that would make him realize what he’s missing out on. A girl’s allowed to dream!  

Justin opened the door into the limousine for me, then he got in himself.

The whole ride he kept complimenting me, which I had nothing against, it just made me feel good.

“But seriously Y/N/N, you look really good!” Justin said, which made me blush, but only a little!

“Justin, I think I’ve got it now! You’re not used to seeing me like this” I told him with a chuckle. “I’m not, I mean even though you aren’t wearing outfits like these every day, you’re still really beautiful,” Justin told me. I furrowed my eyebrows and giggled.

“You think I’m beautiful without all of this?” I asked me as I pointed at my makeup and clothes. Justin nodded his head and grabbed my hand.

“Of course,” he told me, then the driver pulled up in front of the red carpet.

“What is this event exactly?” I asked him as I looked out of the window.

“The Met Gala,” he told me, which made me widen my eyes.  

“Why didn’t you tell me before?!” I asked him as I started squealing.

“Because I knew you would react like this, and then you would deny going with me because you would realize your biggest celebrity crush would be there,” he told me. I immediately stopped squealing as I realized Zac Efron would be there.

“OMG, I’m not going with you! Zac can’t see me like this, I look horrible!” I told him as I started hyperventilating. Justin chuckled, then he opened the door and went outside and onto the red carpet. He reached out his hand for me to take it, I hesitated a few seconds, then I grabbed his hand and let him help me out of the car. The screams around us got wider as we walked down the red carpet. After taking a few pictures Justin saw Selena and ran off leaving me standing there completely alone, but fortunately, Zac came down the red carpet. He saw me staring at him and came over to me.

“Hello, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before, what’s your name beautiful?” he asked me as he grabbed my hand, then afterward he placed a kiss on it.

“Y/N,” I told him. Zac looked up at me and smiled. “What a beautiful name,” he told me.

We started talking, and I told him he was my all time favorite celebrity, but unfortunately we got interrupted by Justin.

“Y/N, are you ready to go inside?” he asked me. “You just go, I’ll be there soon,” I told him, then I went back to my conversation with Zac.

“But we need to get some other pictures taken,” he told me, then he dragged me away from Zac. “I’m sorry Zac, talk later?” I asked him. Zac chuckled and nodded his head, then he waved and turned around.

“Why would you drag me away like that?” I angrily asked Justin as we waited in line to get our picture taken.

“Because you were supposed to help me get Selena back, not flirt with Zac!” he told me. He grabbed my hand tightly, which made me groan.

After we got our picture taken we went inside. We sat down at our table, where Justin immediately started apologizing. Throughout the show, I believed Justin was forgetting everything about Selena. We both truly had an amazing time, and the night ended way too soon. Justin and I were now on our way back to my place, but when 20 minutes had passed, and we were still not at my house, I realized something was going on.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked Justin as I looked out the window.

“Nowhere”, he told me, but soon a recognized the street. We were on our way to his house.

“Why are we on our way to your house?” I asked him as I leaned back in the seat.

“I heard you say that you thought the night had ended way too soon, so I thought we could continue the fun at my house,” he told me. I smiled and nodded my head. “Sounds like a plan,” I told him.

We arrived at his house a minute later. Justin helped me out, then he said goodnight to the driver. He grabbed my hand and followed me up to his door. Butterflies were flying everywhere in my stomach, which made me smile. Immediately as we had gotten inside Justin did something unexpected. He pulled me into his arms, then slowly he leaned in towards me.

“What about Selena?” I lowly asked him. “She made me realize that I wasn’t in love with her, I was in love with somebody else,” he told me, then he placed his lips on mine and slowly we started making out.

“Do you realize that this could end our friendship?” I asked him. Justin just nodded, and then he kissed me again, which made me smile.

“I don’t mind ruining our friendship now that we can have a relationship” he told me, then he picked me up and carried me into his living room and laid me down on the couch.

I finally got my prince, my one and only!

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Reaction to Meeting Your Intimidating Brother. . .

Anonymous said: would you be able to do bts a reaction when they meet your intimidating brother?

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A/N i sure would be able to Anonie, here you go, hope you like

Kai Eonni ~


You and Namjoon would walk into the cafe where you agreed to meet up with your older brother by two years who came to visit you. You had told Namjoon, and he had agreed willingly to meet your brother, not really thinking much of it. However, the moment your brother stands up to greet you guys, Namjoon internally screamed, but kept a calm and composed exterior. He would be smooth in his recovery and would greet your brother with a handshake and kind smile. The conversation would go well, and Namjoon would be able to win over your brother with talk about his job in lyric writing and music composing. This is something he is confident about, so naturally Namjoon would know to use this topic  to bring out his confidence and warm up the short lived tension between him and your brother. In the end, your goodbyes would be hugs and “Hope to see you soon!” this being a genuine statement before you guys go your separate ways.

Originally posted by bangtan


Jin would be nervous and giddy about the encounter. You were out having dinner with your older brother and Jin. Jin had agreed, knowing it was the right thing for a boyfriend to do. He would also want to give a good impression to your brother, hoping to gain his support before having to meet the parents someday. He would be very polite and kind, making sure to be formal, but also build some familiarity between your brother and himself. In the end he would have gotten your brothers trust and support, and would suddenly be very confident and proud, his previous timid and nervous mood vanished.

Originally posted by bangtan


He would be nervous, the idea of not getting someone who’s so important to you to approve of him would be his biggest fear at the moment. He wouldn’t know what to do in that situation, not even giving the idea of losing you a second thought. Therefore, this being his logic, he would need to keep composed and calm, not giving your brother any reason to think he’s not the right one for you. The meeting would go well, and Yoongi and your brother would hit it off, having a serious but friendly talk about you, themselves, politics and music. Later, your brother would text you saying he’s glad you found another responsible adult to look after your childish ass.


Originally posted by dreamyoongi


This would be really important, mainly because he knows how much he would want his sister to approve of you, therefore he would promise you, before you enter the cafe to meet your brother, that he’s going to win over your brother with his charm. The actual meeting would be a little tense at first, mainly because your brother wouldn’t know how to take in all of J-Hope’s shine-bright-like-a-diamond individuality. However your brother would quickly grow to like and warm up to J-Hope’s genuine personality. Quickly they would fall into a comfortable conversation like old buddies catching up. Afterwards J-Hope would be like, “That wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be!” However you would be exhausted after having to keep up with him and his energy and you’d be like, “Yeah, ‘cause you went all in, it’s like you had the energy of ten five year olds…” J-Hope wouldn’t be able to stop smiling, this was a  huge accomplishment for him. His smile would be almost blinding to everyone he passed and he wouldn’t be able to stop bringing up how well he charmed your brother. J-Hope, control your sparkle.

Originally posted by sunshine-hobi


He would be super nervous, anxiety eating him up inside as you guys were making your way to the designated meeting spot. He would be asking if this really needed to happen now? Not that he doesn’t want to meet your brother, he does, a lot actually, but it would be his nerves talking at the moment, trying to get him out of it. However, the moment he meets your brother, his charm would kick in and he would be pretty smooth in getting comfortable with your brother. Your brother would be swayed by his charms and kind words of compliments thrown in at the right time. Later your brother would text you asking what you paid Jimin to get him to date you and what horrible blackmail are you using on him. He would tell your parents as well and they would call you, very concerned about what gang you’re involved in? Are you getting enough love, is this why you went down this path? Child come home. (sorry i got carried away, what can i say)

Originally posted by 9taefox

Taehyung. . .

My god, this child from the Gods would be charming all the way until the end.  He would get all chummy with your brother like he was his own. You would end up feeling like a third wheel as they fell into a pattern of your brother doing something and Tae following his every move like a puppy. Tae would find an admiration in your brother. Knowing that this is your older brother, and someone who had such an impact on who you became as a person would really amaze him. Tae would admire your brother so much and would in some ways want to become like your brother, wanting to have such an impact on you like your brother did. Your brother now has his own little fan. A Puppy-Tae Fan.

Originally posted by 1v1


Jungkook would be so nervous. Every worst possible scenario going through his mind. You would need to calm him down with reassuring hand holds and words of encouragement. When he meets your brother he would avoid eye contact and speak softly. Making sure to try and be a respectable to your brother as he can be, but not able to gain the confidence to hold onto a conversation for more than five minutes. Afterwards he would be so sorry and would want to meet with your brother again to apologize and hopefully explain why he was so nervous. He would try to make it up to you too, not wanting to send the message that your family means so little to him, when its actually the exact opposite. Poor Kookie ~le sigh.

Originally posted by darkfrinda

Through the Years

A Namjin story set in a royal!AU

Word count: 2,8k+

Timeline: There’s about a year between each sub-part of this story.

Author’s note: This is the first half of the fic, which includes years one through five (Meeting, Respect, Friendship, Fear and Strength). The second half, which includes years six through ten (Pain, Trust, Promise, Distance and Finale) will be linked here when I post it.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Finale

Originally posted by w-t-f-yes

Year I – Meeting

The chatter was like an ocean of random thoughts, exaggerated anecdotes, shocking gossips and boring, light conversations. He was drowning in it, trying focus on this or that specific exchange, before his attention wandered elsewhere. Social events tended to be monotonous. When he was younger, he used to mix them up. That count’s birthday party, to him, was no different than that general’s wedding. So, he used to wonder, why did he have to attend them both?

Today was his 11th birthday. It was supposed to be a day where he got to enjoy himself… but, as usual, he was stuck in the castle, his duty and reputation above all else. He understood who he was: Kim Namjoon, heir to the kingdom. He was proud of his family name and of his bloodline. He cared about his people. Yet, he couldn’t force himself to like all the facets of his life. He loved to study new cultures and new languages, and he enjoyed looking into political and military tactics. Dressing nicely and trying to remember all the “important people’s” name, though? Not his thing.

“Namjoon,” his mother called out gently. “Come here, dear.”

She was standing next to a woman and a kid - probably the woman’s son. The kid seemed to be about his age, maybe a few seasons older. He had a good posture, and was looking straight into Namjoon’s eyes, a subtle smile on his lips. Namjoon’s steps brought him beside the small group. He bowed to the woman, knowing full well the decorum.

“I am Kim Namjoon,” he stated with a clear, assured voice. “Enchanted to meet you, my lady. May I ask for your name?”

They chatted for a moment, and he learned that the woman’s family, of high standing, had always been close to his. They had slowly lost contact after her familly had moved away, but they were back to the kingdom. The adults began to talk cheerfully, catching up on the years they had spent apart. Namjoon turned to the boy.

“I’m Kim Seokjin, your Highness. Honored to meet you,” the kid said, before Namjoon could place a word. The prince’s eyebrows darted up. People around him tended to wait to be addressed before speaking.

“The honor is mine,” he answered, giving the boy a court nod.

Seokjin leaned into him. “This whole thing is a bit boring, isn’t it?” he murmured.

Kim Namjoon’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. The boy moved back, grinning.

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