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Political Vocabulary in Korean


Politics - 정치 
Political - 정치적인
Feminism - 페미니즘
Equal rights - 평등
Gender - 성별 (also known as 젠더)
Gender equality - 성평등
Government - 정부

President - 대통령
Chairman - 의장
Vice President - 부통령
Prime Minister - 수상
Parliament - 의회
Democracy - 민주주의

ticklemetuesday  asked:

Do you have a suggestion for how to talk money with a vet? I recently had a vet visit that cost $300 which I didn't realize until after everything was done, and learned one of the procedures (inserting fluid under the skin) was just precautionary even though my cat was drinking fine (just slightly dehydrated). I appreciate the concern but just that was a $60 procedure which is really hard to swallow when youre just getting by. But at the same time I don't want them to think I don't care?

“Cost Constraints.”

That phrase is a common phrase we use to mean “The owner isn’t totally broke but you have to watch every dollar.”

Any vet should be happy to discuss costs of procedures and treatments before they’re done. There might be a little fumbling to look up the costs on the computer as they go (because of course we haven’t memorized the cost of everything and sometimes they change), but they should be willing to do this.

Part of good communication is letting clients know what things cost, and the pros or cons of any treatment options. It’s something we should all be willing to do.

There is usually a gold standard treatment, but there are often other versions of treatment plans too. Sometimes not everything is strictly necessary for the wellbeing of the pet, and this should ideally be discussed before administering anything.

So just come out and say it.

  • I need to know what this will cost.
  • I have a budget of X
  • Money is tight right now
  • Are there risks if we don’t do X

The more up front you can be, the better. From our point of view at least you’ve come into the clinic and have been up front, so we can be too. We’re not going to think you don’t care, most of us have been poor students at some point and can understand how life works.

If there is something present in your life that you would like to change, then things cannot remain constant, and you must take action! Raise your head up high and pound your fist towards to the sky! You can do it! You have the power to change these circumstances.

You have the power to change your life.

—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
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My albums selection for the week :

- The Legendary Pink Dots  :  The Tower

- Club Moral  :  To all Who Are Interested

- V/A  :  Katacombe vol.2

- Grain Belt  :  Dragline

- V/A  :  Dissonance From Woman

- J.D. Emmanuel  : Electronic Minimal Music 1979-83

- Junko  :  The Void

- My Bloody Valentine  :  MBV

- Aidan Baker  :  Letters

- Pod Blotz  :  Phantom Pains

anonymous asked:

27 (is it 27? The blushing one, please) For logicality -anongram

You guys have me a serious need for logicality with that /excellent/ cosplay. By the way, you’re and amazing actress! -anongram

Good to know that four years of drama classes actually did something haha

27- “You’re blushing!”

It wasn’t that Morality was doing something particularly spectacular. He was just cooking. He had told him and Anxiety before he went into the kitchen. Or rather, he had told Logan, “Your favourite cookies are snickerdoodles, right? I’m going to make them for you.”

“Logan, hey, are you with me?” A poke to his side from Anxiety, but that did surprisingly little. “Earth to Logic.”

Morality looked so focused. So determined. But so at ease. Logan supposed that was because cooking was Morality’s thing, like how puzzles were his own.

“Okay, I get that you think he’s pretty and all, which, by your own logic doesn’t make sense, but staring is rude, Lo.” Another harder, more insistent poke, and Logan finally tore his eyes from Morality. 

“Sorry. Where were we?” He blinked, and looked at the table where he and Anxiety had spread their notes out. 

“The part where you go and tear off Morality’s clothes because he’s baking you cookies.” Anxiety smirked. “Annnnnnd now you’re blushing!”

Feeling childish enough as it was, he decided to poke his tongue out at Anxiety. “It’s your fault for making me think such things.”

The main lesson cancers need to learn in this lifetime would be to learn how to find home within themselves. Home will not be in another person or in 4 walls. They will have to find home within them so that they may come to realize that who they are will always bring them comfort. With Jupiter being exalted in Cancer we can see that Cancer is on a journey in life to become a home for themselves. They are also,to an extent, becoming halfway homes to other people in order to make them better. That is an important goal of Cancer individuals. To become a home no matter where they go is to free and become a higher version of themselves.

kila11090  asked:

Number 31 please? Any pairing of your choosing! Your writing is fantastic ^-^

(To y’all who are asking for angst, it’ll come, but I need some fluff bc rn thinking is haaaaard)

31- “Can I try it on?”

Logicality because of yesterday heh

Morality didn’t expect to ever see Logan without his tie. And yet, here he was. The tie was, of course, nearby. It rested on the table, loose enough to have been pulled off Logan’s head. 

“Are you okay?” Morality moved to Logan’s side, pressing a gentle hand to check his temperature and completely disregarding boundaries, as per usual. It happened when he was more concerned with Logan’s health. Which, unfortunately, happened fairly often.

Logan didn’t bother trying to pull away, knowing that Morality would fuss even more. “I’m fine. My tie was just getting in the way, so I took it off for now.” 

Morality picked the tie in question up, running his thumb over the smooth fabric. “Can I try it on?” He asked absently, the words leaving his mouth before he could properly think about them. His cheeks immediately burned, and he moved to put the tie back and leave, but.

“I suppose you can.” Logan glanced up at Morality, then back down at his work. If he noticed the burning red of Morality’s cheeks, he didn’t make a mention of it. 

Morality quickly slipped on the tie, trying (and failing) to not grin like an idiot. “What do you think?” He chirped, knowing for a fact that he probably looked a little stupid. After all, he was wearing a blue tie with a blue shirt. Anyone who knew anything about fashion knew that he looked du-

Before he could register it, Logan had grabbed him by the tie and pulled him into a kiss. Of course Morality absolutely melted into it, his hands on Logan’s shoulders to stop himself from falling over. “I think you should wear my clothes more often.”

Somehow, Morality went redder. “I- you- how?”

“I am open to a relationship with you, Morality.” Logan chuckled, straightening the tie for Morality. “Think about it, won’t you?”

The feeling of love

@killerfangirl3 @dan-yuna @deafinatelyfangirling I wrote the fanfic about that picture of those two hands, one with trees and another with planets.

It’s small and it can be read as anything really, but I imagined Morality and Logic so there’s that.

Enjoy.

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Up there, it was dark, cold and lonely.

He was a guardian. The guardian of the stars. Of the asteroids. Of the planets. He wondered around the galaxies, searching for problems to fix, making sure everything was in the right place, every moon circling their planet, every planet circling their sun, every sun circling their galaxy. It was a tiring job, meticulous and long. The universe was infinite. It was constantly expending. More stars and planets were created every second, and more were destroyed.

It was a harsh job, especially when every time he went too close to a planet, he could see him

The guardian of life.

A silent spirit like him, the guardian of life lived down in planets, every planet that had such thing. He took care of bacteria that were just learning how to evolve, played around through the forests of different trees, checked the animals that were being born and were dying, and jumped from planet to planet to check the other life forms.

He was warm and happy and bright. Very unlike himself.

And it pained him, the guardian of the stars, to see him everywhere he went, because he was in love, and yet…

Yet, they could never, ever meet.

Until…

The sun radiations were strong and he was worried for Earth’s sake. He rushed forward, trying to calm them down, when he heard a quiet giggle coming from the surface.

And looking down, there he was. The guardian of life. Staring at him with bright eyes and a smile. And then he noticed that he was dancing with the Northern Lights, conducting the solar radiations instead of stopping them, and making the guardian of life smile, amazed, content.

And since then, the guardian of the stars made sure to always come to the North Pole to wave through the lights in the sky, and the guardian of life made sure to always come and watch.

They couldn’t touch, they couldn’t talk, but they could feel.

And the feeling of love always lead out for beautiful things.

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More Pokemon!Sanders Sides! Specifically Togepi!Morality. I originally wasn’t going to put red markings on him, but I realized that staring at a grey back would be kind of boring. By the way, did you know that Togepi’s can learn Ancient Power? Because the idea of Morality knowing such a move makes me laugh!

@obviouslyelementary @dan-yuna @ec-sanderssides @killerfangirl3

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Little Lessons in Expecting: Chapter 2

Authors’ Note: Hello and Happy Saturday, stunning readers! Last night we caught up with the Barba family as Natalia entered the third month of her pregnancy. Now it’s month four, and Rafael and his girls are about to take a little trip. @vintagemichelle91 and I hope that you enjoy, and we look forward to your feedback!!! :)

           “Mami, when it Halloween?”

           Rafael looked up from his legal pad to see Violetta standing at the French doors, her little nose pressed against the glass while Natalia rinsed off the last of the dinner plates and popped a double chocolate chip cookie in her mouth, chewing quickly and brushing the crumbs from her hands into the trash bin before she joined their daughter and dropped to her knees.

           “Just a few more weeks, sweet pea,” Natalia said with a kiss, looking ready to lift the little girl up. Immediately, Rafael let his pen fall and rushed to her side.

           “Careful now, hermosa,” he gently chided. “You need to take it easy.”

           “I’m fine, Atticus,” she insisted.

           “And I not so heavy,” Violetta chimed in. Still, Rafael carried her back to the sofa, stopping off at the kitchen to get her a cookie of her own.

           “I never said that, muñequita,” Rafael started. “But Mami needs to be extra careful until the two new babies come home.”

           Sighing, Natalia began to draw the curtains, and Violetta folded her arms across her tiny chest, looking frustrated as she ignored her dessert.

           “What is it, sweet pea?” Natalia asked. “You are excited for the babies, right?”

            “Mami, not everything in this world about that.”

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Parts of the Body

Sarianna and Reyes give each other lessons in Tagalog and Spanish.

[f!Ryder x Reyes, no warnings]


“See, this?” Her hand reaches up to his ear, pinching the curved cartilage in a teasing gesture. “That’s your tainga.” She pulls down, and the reflexive wince he makes does not fail to amuse her.

He, on the other hand, makes a claim to the other side of her head, reaching across for her ear. He cupped that whole side of her head in reciprocated affection. “Oreja.” 

Sara giggles, rolling her head bashfully to the side. “And this…” Her hands trail from his ear, over to his temple, and to the soft, watery corner of his eye. The tip of her finger brushes against a meandering lash. “Mata.”

Reyes too laughs. “Ojo,” he translates. His hand then falls down to her lap, quite content to be free of its pedagogical duties. 

“And this…” She too rests her hands, leaning up towards him so their faces are mere breaths apart. “Labi.” Her lips skirt the corner of his mouth, barely grazing and almost kissing.

When she pulls away, hovering a slightly longer yet nevertheless negligible distance away from him, he makes his own offering. “Labio.” It takes a moment for them to hear the similarity, the rather intimate proximity of the two languages in this one word. But the realization never makes itself known, for Reyes was far more concerned with feeling rather than saying. His fingers curl around Sara’s chin. Their eyes meet, and for once he notices how large and almost limpid hers are. He feels the sudden shift of her breathing. A drawn out sigh; then a crooked smile. She waits patiently, but he sees (from the quiver of her mouth) her excitement.

“We’re not done,” she says with a laugh. Her hand curls around his wrist. “We have more parts to go.”

He is amused by how coy she is; how needlessly addicting she is in her feigned remonstrances. Letting go of her chin, he touches down to her jawline, further to her neck. “They can wait.” 

I’ve been thinking recently about how if I had absolute autonomy I’d reorganize the various Spider-Man titles and to a lesser extent the Marvel Universe titles as a whole. Thought I might as well share.

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