OK, I'm annoyed. I saw a post a few days ago that said that people shouldn't be upset by the fact that Emma Watson is auto tuned in Beauty and the Beast because all movie musicals are auto tuned.
So, this is one of the many reasons the casting of a big name celebrity with little to no musical theatre experience bothers me so much. Audiences are starting to think that in order to be in a musical, signing talent is not a necessity.
Also, this person obviously hasn’t seen a musical that was made before the year 2000. Really, even later than that! More like, anything before 2010.
Here’s a homework assignment for this weekend. Don’t worry it’s easy. Look up:
Nelson Eddy and Jeanette MacDonald:
In watching some videos of these wonderful people, you will see how much work goes into the craft of musical theatre and movie musicals.
And, it bears mentioning, that at the time, these actors were “big names” and they were box office draws based on their singing and dancing talent. I’m all for bringing that back. If Hollywood wants to keep making movie musicals, then let’s bring back the movie musical star!
Were you supposed to be on your way to Peter’s right now? No. Did you tell Peter you were on your way to him right now? No.
You were bored as hell, it was as simple as that. You tried to entertain yourself in numerous ways, even attempting to do your pre-scheduled homework for tomorrow night. But that put your state of mind into greater boredom. So, you decided you would carry your bored, sorry ass all the way three blocks to Peter’s apartment. It’s not that you only did this when you were extremely bored, you did almost every day. It just turns out that today, Peter didn’t mention to you anything about working on homework or hanging out for the night. This surprised you to an extreme length, due to the fact you and Peter were stuck like glue all day, every day.
So, you being the nosy ass you were, you decided to investigate. Which worked out perfectly because you were bored as well! Of course your sneakiness did play a part in your feet carrying you to Peter’s that night, but it wasn’t only that. And it wasn’t just the boredom.
Maybe it was the pulsing excitement that ran through your veins every time Peter would run up to you with good news about his exciting double life. Or maybe it was the way your heart grew heavy in your chest when Peter’s lean, muscled body would sit closely next to you as you worked on homework, the heat radiating off his frame to hit yours. Or it might be just spending time with your best friend—correction, beautiful best friend, that caused your feelings to intensify as you got older. Maybe it was all of those things and more, that caused your mind to shift your boredom to Peter.
You admitted these intense feelings a while ago, your instinct immediately knowing your affection for the brown eyes, sweet smiling boy as soon as you laid your eyes on him ten years ago. Your friendship blossomed, consisting of ever lasting laughs and good times, it was what everyone dreamed of in a relationship.
The only problem was, the feeling was only one sided. To your dismay, they were extremely one sided. Your friends would constantly say otherwise, swearing that he looked at you the exact way you gazed at him, but you never saw it. You knew they were just trying to make you feel better. Especially due to the fact Liz Allen was someone who constantly popped up in conversations between you and Peter. This obviously made you feel instant loss and regret. But if Peter was happy, you were happy.
You slowly let your yearning thoughts of Peter vanish before arriving at Peter’s door. You sigh, grabbing the key underneath the mat Aunt May had told you about and open the door, the silence hitting you. You shut the door slowly, walking through the living room area, searching for Peter in the so far vacant house. As no sign of Peter approaches, you walk to his bedroom door, knowing that he’d be in there. Your knuckles hit lightly against the white door, shoving one hand in your side jacket pocket and the other holding your thermos with water as you wait for the door to open.
You hear the jiggle of the door knob and and look up, seeing a wondrous sight that made your eyes look everywhere place in the world besides Peter’s eyes.
“Oh, hey! What are you doing here?” he questioned kindly, quirking his head to the side at your sudden appearance at his door. You tried to remember to breath as your eyes came in contact with a very shirtless, very ripped, and very hot Peter standing before you. Clutching your cup tightly, your eyes lingered on his sculpted abs as your mouth stood agape at the sight before you.
Thank god for boredom. What would you without it?
“Y/N?” his voice quickly snapped your dirty thoughts of him out of your mind, disrupting everything good in this world. Y/E/C meets a playful brown as your mouth snaps shut, shaking your head vigorously as you leap out of a hazed state.
Almost breathlessly you rush out, “Oh! I-I was just really bored. Needed something to do,” you finish, shrugging your shoulders at your lousy interpretation of boredom.
He raised his eyebrows, opening the door farther for you to enter. You took note of his right muscle flexing at the stretch of his arm before he spoke, “Okay. Yeah, I’m just trying to get my homework done. Tony asked me to do something when I got done, and May’ll kill me if I leave without finishing it.”
You shook your head as a sign of understanding, noticing his seemingly stressed state as you sat down on his bed. He shut the door, turning towards you with his hands on his naked hips, “But yeah you can hang here, I’m just gonna finish the assignment for Algebra. You know how picky Ms. Roberts’ can be,” he chuckled lightly, smiling in your direction.
“Oh and those papers next to you are the chemistry homework, if you need to see it.“
You nodded, a close mouthed smile adorned your lips at his sweet gaze. He sighed before sitting down at his desk, continuing his work, leaving you there.
Is this a fucking joke? Is he seriously not going to put on a shirt? He’s never done this before! But, would you want him to? The view from here is fucking incredible. Boredom be damned.
Your eyes once again scaled his half naked body, but this time it was the back view you got to see. The lamp accompanied his brain in helping him finish his work, the remnants of the light shone on his back muscles. You felt your mouth open once again as you carved the muscles with your eyes, craving to run your fingers over every curve of his body. His bangin’ body was another added bonus to Peter Parker. His sweet smile, incredible personality, and extraordinary intelligence were the major factors that made you fall for him. But this, fuck. This was part of the premium package you didn’t know you had signed up for.
You dazedly watched his shoulder move with arm as he sketched the answer quickly on his paper, and sometimes bring his arm up and run his fingers through his ruffled brown locks. You suddenly remembered the drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, that had probably been there for minutes. You reached your arm up rapidly, attempting to wipe the drool silently and sneakily.
Well, that plan failed.
Because as soon as your hand hit the corner of your mouth, your elbow also hit your thermos, knocking it over and open, all over Peter’s chemistry homework that was lying next to you on his bed.
Eyes widened, your heart rate picked up as you made eye contact with the now soaking wet papers lying sloppily on his bed. A gasp emitted from your throat at the sight of the black ink spreading all over the drenched papers. ruining it even more. Well, your gasp awoke Peter from his intense gaze on his work to quickly looking behind him. His eyes grew at the sight of you directed to the now wet papers and thermos lying on top of them. Your mouth agape, you dared to look at Peter’s gaze hitting you like a brick wall.
He ran over to his ruined work, fingers picking up the wet paper, his gaze flashing from the homework to your guilty Y/E/C eyes staring deeply into his own, "Y/N WHAT THE HELL!”
You gaping lips barely stuttered out a response as you reached over and picked up the thermos, “P-Peter I’m so sorry! It was an accident I swear!” you rushed out, throwing the empty thermos to the ground before yanking the remaining papers off his bed and throwing them in the trash can next to you.
“Y/N THIS HOMEWORK TOOK ME FOREVER ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I WAS SO CLOSE TO BEING DONE! I CAN’T BELIEVE…”
Your eyes shut off instantly as Peter’s voice grew weak and strong at the same time, defeat yet anger taking over his demeanor. But, instead of listening to his rant about your previous actions, you watched his arms point from you to the papers, his bicep flexing every moment he stretched them. His eyebrows furrowed and raised at your gaze just staring at him like he’s speaking gibberish. But, you were noticing his arm and neck veins popping out at the stress in his voice and your insides turned gooey, his state turning you on a lot.
“… Mr. Stark needs me! He finally asked me to do something for once and I was so ready! Now May won’t let me go! Jesus Y/N, could you of been a little more careful? You-”
Your mind shut off his anger towards you, clouding with scandalous thoughts you’ve never thought of before. This caused your thoughts and apparently brain to shut down as you interrupted his rant.
“You’re hot when you’re angry.”
Oh my god. Those words did not just come out of your mouth. What the fuck are you thinking?! Holy shit he thinks you’re some creep-
“W-What did you just say?” Peter questioned, chest slowly deflating from his previous state. You felt your cheeks sprout bright red as his figure inched closer to yours. Your brain finally wanted to work again, your eyes peeking up from staring intently at the floor after your previous comment. His nerves rose immediately, realizing your thoughts on him.
“W-What? I didn’t say-”
“Yes you did. What did you say?” now Peter’s soft brown eyes were gazing intently in yours, his own cheeks matched yours, both flushed and embarrassed. His heart raced at your sudden exposed feelings towards him, and he couldn’t of been happier.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, biting your lip in guilt as your eyebrows furrowed, “I really didn’t mean to say that. I meant to s-say t-that you were scary when you’re angry, not h-hot. Not that you aren’t hot when y-you’re angry, because you are, obviously I mean look at you! O-Oh my god, I’ll just shut up!” you hollered, an extremely nervous chuckle sprang from your throat, attempting to cover up your immense awkwardness.
Peter’s cheeks flushed even more as he heard it roll off your pretty lips once again, a smile played across his own. His eyes sparkled at your red cheeks staring at the floor. He stepped forward slightly, his head daringly leaned towards your ear, his own nervousness growing per second.
Your heart beat sped at his closeness as his lips brushed your tinted-pink ear, his hot breath whispering against your heated skin, “Maybe I should make you angry sometime.”
And you’re pretty sure you died right then and there.
• Excessive hand-holding • Sci-fi movie marathons • Peter refusing to wake you up after you’ve fallen asleep on him. He’ll just sit there super still to not disturb you. • Forehead kisses. Lots and lots of forehead kisses. • Peter taking photos of you when he thinks you aren’t looking. • Peter taking photos of you doing literally anything. Eating cereal. Sleeping. Doing homework. • Sleepovers. With the two of you crammed into Peter’s twin, and Aunt May’s pancakes in the morning. • Peter realizing he’s in love with you one night when you patch him up post- superhero duty • The confession spilling out of his mouth as you clean out a gash on his chest. • An intense make-out session following • “Ow, Y/N, just got the shit beaten out of me remember?” • Cuddle sessions at least once a day • Peter being the best teacher/tutor • Peter questioning how he landed someone like you • You asking yourself the exact same thing • Peter trying to cook for you. He really did try. • Peter is a total blanket-hog • You surprising him on his birthday with the biggest cake you could find complete with all of his favorite food and a night trip to Central Park • Peter is a literal furnace 99% of the time • Bear hugs every time he sees you • Waking up to his mussed up hair and bright smile • Loving him more than anything in the whole damn world
Things to remember before starting the school year:
These might not work for everyone but
they’re worth a shot.
Always have a positive
mindset. I know it can be hard sometimes but trust me, it’s worth it. I did
this for my first year of university and it actually made a difference for me.
Your grades don’t define
you or how smart you are.
Always give it your all,
that’s what’s important.
When things get too much
take a break. Especially if you’re stressed. Spend some time with family &
friends or simply do something you love.
Don’t neglect yourself.
Self care is highly important.
Write everything that you
need to do in a notebook or on your phone so that you don’t forget anything. (
Homework, exam & quiz dates, presentations, etc )
Take notes in class and write
them in your own way.
Don’t let what people say
get to you.
Get enough sleep.
Stay hydrated! I often
forgot how important this was and it affected me at some point. Get yourself a
water bottle and keep it with you at all times.
If your school/university
has a clinic that has a telephone number (mine does) make sure you add it on
your phone. I never thought I’d need it but one day I did and thankfully it was
there. Better to be safe than sorry.
Remember to eat! When
you’re free and even when you have short breaks between classes.
Try making a few friends in
each class. Always helps in the long run.
Try joining a club? Not
everyone’s cup of tea but explore what they have, you might like something!
Don’t over study. It’s just
going to make you tired.
Don’t be afraid if you get
lost or don’t know what to do. Many other people are in the same situation.
Also, never be afraid to
ask for help from others.
Try to expand your friends
group. Having many friends on campus can help you a lot!
Don’t compare yourself to
others. You aren’t them. You don’t have the same goals or ambitions. You do
Get to know your dean and
advisors. They help A LOT when things get tough or hectic.
Work hard from the first
Make a schedule to make
Professors are going to
stress you out so damn much but remember the student before you could survive,
and so can you.
Don’t base your course
choice on what people say. Pick a course YOU want to take. Don’t go for
something because everyone says its easy and don’t avoid it because some people
said it was hard.
And lastly, the first week
is bound to be a mess and that’s okay, because we’ve all gone through it (you
should have seen me when I first joined university) everything will fix itself
Hope I could help you guys. I start my second year of university next
month so I needed to remember all these :D
you need any help at all feel free to send me an ask or comment on this post
I’d be happy to help as much as I can! <3
So I’m playing “side nigga” to a chick with a girlfriend. They been going steady for a while now and shorty told me she loved lesbian sex, and it was great but she said it aint dick tho. She told me she just wanted regular dick and I felt like I was just the man for the job, so that’s what it became.
She would go through the motions with ol girl come to me on some “she tryna get fucked” shit. I remember she told me about a conversation she had with with her girl. She said she talked to her about a threesome but she really wasn’t down for it. I was down though. That would have been the most pivotal point in all side nigga history. I felt like if she would have gotten her to agree to it I probably wouldn’t do anything else in life. That’s how excited I was about the idea.
Time went on without any mention of the threesome and I kind of forgot about it. So one night I’m in my room chilling, trying to find something to do for the night. I texted shorty to see what she was doing but she didn’t respond so I hit up one of my old hoes. She told me she wasn’t really getting into anything because she had some homework she had to get done. She said she would probably just watch some Netflix or whatever, so I invited her over to my place. I told her to finish her homework then we can watch Netflix together– kick it and shit.
Probably an hour or two later she called me to let me know that she was on her way. Not even two seconds later, shorty with the girl hit me up. She called me and asked me what I was gonna do for the night. I guess she wanted to chill but I told her I had a chick coming over and her first reaction was, “is she cute?”. I swear I laughed so hard. But I sent her a picture and she started asking whether or not if she was a freak. We were on the phone for like 20 minutes trying figure out if she like to eat the box or not.
Shorty finally got to my place but I was still on the phone with chick so I told her that’ll just text her. I went down to let shorty in and when we get back to my room and we just sat there for awhile– we were talking or whatever but we weren’t really talking bout shit though. We finally put a movie on Netflix and that probably only lasted for 2 minutes.The next thing I knew we were playing 21 questions. And as expected the questions got a little kinky. Meanwhile chick texting me like, “you getting the cheeks”,“is she a freak or na”,“ask her if she down for a threesome”,”she eat pussy”. wholetime I’m trying to chill shorty blowing my phone up. So of course, ol girl said something. She was like damn,O.J I’m confused because I think she calling me OJ Simpson but then she was like Oj the Juiceman. I’m rolling because it wasn’t even like that. I’m like wholetime that’s you with all the juice and she’s like what do you mean. So I showed her my phone. I told her my homegirl think you cute and she want to smash– the both of us. She didn’t believe me so I had to scroll up and shit.
At first she laughed but then she got quiet for a minute. I gave her this “you nasty” look and she smiled. Then she was like, well I am a little horny though. Then she was like “what your friend look like?” So I showed her a picture and she was like “oh, she cute. Tell her to come through.” And at that moment I knew I was about to reach the highest point in side nigga history, even though it wasn’t with ol girl’s ol girl but nevertheless I was about to get the booties.
”We’re going running.” Dean declared and looked at you expectantly. It was Saturday before lunch and your twin brother looked alarmingly keen.
You rose one eyebrow and stared at him, really not feeling it, as you were sitting on the couch of the motel room (that also was your bed), watching some random show on the TV — that actually got you quite hooked on the plot.
”Yes, we are. Gotta stay in shape. Now, go change.”
You groaned and muttered not so nice words under your breath. Dean only smirked as he watched you get up from the couch, grab some clothes and go to change in the bathroom. Then he turned to Sam.
Even and Isak deal with the clocks going forward an hour in spring very differently.
Even is pretty chipper. he likes spring, something about seeing the world bloom back into life after the harsh grey of winter just invigorates his spirit, always has. there’s a spring (haha) in his step and his eyes are bright and he’s so inspired to do things, anything from his homework to taking photographs to surprising Isak with a handful of daisies he spotted and taking him out on a spontaneous coffee date to a new film project to a thousand other things that light up his mind.
it just seems like such a good time to start. who gives a shit about losing an hour’s sleep when the world is waking up again and Even has so many things he wants to do?
Isak, on the other hand, bemoans the clocks changing every year without fail. it’s bullshit, he tells Even repeatedly in the week running up to the change. it just proves that time is a bullshit concept if we can just suddenly decide ayyyyyy this is the time now. Isak’s relationship with sleep is strenuous at best, so to have a potential hour of sleep ripped out of his grasp is something he takes as a personal offence.
the first month after the clocks go forward Isak is extra grouchy in the mornings and will refuse to come out from his duvet cocoon unless Even coaxes him out with kisses and the gentle reminder that he doesn’t have enough of his 10% left to sleep through his first lesson as a ‘statement against the clocks changing’ as Isak put it.
Jaehyun leaves for the jungle and you really, really, really miss him.
the birthday fic i promised for dev @chittaporno literally a month ago. thank you to carmen for giving me hella song recs and taemin, for being the god of nasty. enjoy and i hope you like your late ass birthday/early ass christmas present. enjoy ^^
what i say my aesthetic is:
punk bitch who doesn't take any shit, just me and my guitar against the world, writing poetry on my arm when I'm drunk, having the coolest taste in music, middle finger up at society, tattoos, cigarettes, blood, leather jackets
what my aesthetic actually is:
having to pee but being too shy to ask where the bathroom is, drinking cold tea because i forgot i made it hours ago, crying every time i'm required to do anything, procrastinating homework and things i enjoy equally, hating everything i create, hiding my sadness behind memes
With regard to all the hotshots out there bragging about how they use the conventional standard 9.80665 m/s2 instead of 9.8 m/s2 for the gravitational acceleration constant g…
That number does not take into account effects such as buoyancy and drag, nor does it account for altitude. I’m also pretty certain that most people who are bragging about this aren’t doing work that requires that much precision, so it’s not helping much of anything. Your general physics homework most likely only gives you, what, maybe 3 or 4 significant figures for the data you’re using in your calculations? Not 6. If your teacher only gives you 9.81 m/s2 and you use a more precise value, chances are, you’re going to get the same rounded answer anyway. You’re just doing more work by writing out extra digits, really.
(And it kinda makes you look like a pretentious asshole.)
In my limited undergraduate experience, chemists seem to be the true hard-asses when it comes to using the correct amount of significant figures, with the obvious exception of the professor for my upper-level physics labs. I learned to appreciate the beauty (albeit, pain in the ass) of propagating uncertainty during the grueling double-lab experience of analytical chemistry. For example, reporting a result that claims 0.00002% error when the error is actually 2% is not just wrong, but it is dishonest in how misleading it is. Which is a big deal in academia.
I’m not saying this to put those people down. On the contrary; I sometimes end up using very precise data in my QM homework problems for the simple reason that my professor or textbook didn’t provide those numbers so I had to look them up. And I can’t just cut off digits for convenience or what have you. I have to use the number I found and cite it (the citation being the most important step, here).
All I’m saying is, the point of that post was to jab people who grossly approximate to the point of missing actually important details within the precise standardized value. For plenty of purposes, 6 digits of precision are more than is necessary to the point of some extra digits becoming meaningless periphery. But 1 digit of precision, with the exception of its utility for quick back-of-the-envelope approximations, in most cases, is definitely not enough.
Rather than bragging about how many sig figs we use, I propose we brag about using the actually appropriate number of sig figs. Let’s be rigorously clear about the true precision of our work! Yeah!
Summary: A Throne of Glass AU inspired by the Breakfast Club (1985). Five students come together for Saturday detention, and realize they are not all that different. You can read previous chapters here.
Author’s Note: I love writing this fanfic, and I hope you all are enjoying it just as much! Let me know what you think. Enjoy. <3
She was coming.
We were going to get caught.
I could already feel my father’s anger, his glare, his hand
stinging my skin.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move.
I was frozen in
I had felt panic before, many times throughout my life. I
had panicked when my father came home to find me doing anything but homework, I
had panicked every time I was asked to speak up in class, and I had panicked
every time I came within ten feet of Manon Blackbeak.
But this – this was an entirely new definition of the word panic.