like a chump!

sassoffrass  asked:

For the Frat!au My sorority did a thing called 'Lavaliering' where the girl would give a necklace to their partner in a ceremony that had their letters on it, thus allowing someone not part of the sorority to wear our letters The frats on campus did this as well, but could take it a step farther if basically every guy was really good friends with the partner and felt they brought something to the organization. So Geno totally lavaliered Sid, and within 3 months Sid was definitely sweethearted

i think mine had something like this too! But I don’t remember getting lavaliered was if it was only super serious like these two chumps were engaged or whatnot. But for fraternity sweethearts, the entire group of guys would come in and have the sweetheart sit in one of their laps (most likely the boyfriend’s) and then sing (sometimes pretty off-key) to her while giving her roses and junk. 

So what I’m saying is that the Rhos crashed Sidney’s Public Health club weekly meeting to sweetheart him; first G pokes his head in the classroom and Sidney sees him with a rose, and his first thought is, “Oh no.”

And then the entire Rho Ep house start streaming in, holding roses, and Sidney is really like, “Oh, no.”

It’s super embarrassing and Sidney’s dragging his hands down his face even as the pledges encourage him to sit on Geno’s lap as the entire chapter starts crooning/butchering Sidney’s favorite song. He gets a lettered sweetheart sweatshirt and his public health club buddies all tease him when he sits back down surrounded by like 100+ roses. 

Okay but are you a Hamilton person or an Usnavi person? Non-Stop or 96000? 21 Chump Street or Freestyle Love Supreme? Long haired Lin or short haired Lin? “Whaaaaaat?” or “No Me Diga?!”

things that wouldn't have been that hard to add to the movies

- “you can have me, keep me!” it’s just an extra line for Rupert, like just have him say it
- would have required like actors and props and such, but I would pay money to see Ginny’s singing valentine depicted in CoS, it would have only been like an extra five minutes of movie
- “you asked us a question and she knows the answer! why ask if you don’t want to be told?” and that way we could have seen that Ron is the type of kid who defends his friends (and doesn’t side with bullies!) and it would have only taken like 3 seconds
- wouldn’t it have been so much easier to have Voldemort just thud to the ground like he did in the book instead of dying of extreme dandruff to show that even after everything he was really just a man like everyone else?
- “she’s like my sister. I love her like a sister…” seriously just film Dan and Rupert talking in the forest it takes two extra minutes geeeez
- (yeah most of these are about Ron)
- like they could have had Rupert standing there with his besties at the end of HBP instead of sitting in the background like a chump
- I’m positive it’s less expensive to just not set the Burrow on fire at all
- “good luck Ron!” *smooch* oh wait, there was no Quidditch in that movie nvm
- couldn’t they have had James Potter say “until the very end” when they’re all in the forest? he says “until the end” and I just don’t understand IT’S ONE WORD
- at the end of GoF maybe Dumbledore, in giving his speech about Cedric, didn’t have to sit in his fancy chair like he was bored and inconvenienced by making said speech
- two seconds of Ron and Hermione dancing at the wedding. just put Rupert and Emma in one of those awkward teenagers-slow-dancing poses and film two seconds of it and so many people would be so happy
- toss a pair of glasses on Arthur Weasley for heavens sake

I’m not asking for much here honestly but this would have made such a difference to me

I’ve been thinking a lot about the meeting between Trump and Obama at the White House, and here’s the thing.

Obama used to be a law professor. This is key.

Law school is so, so different from college. 

In college, everyone expects there to be a “syllabus day,” kind of a grace period where they can show up and get the lay of the land, figure out the bare minimum that they can get away with, the TA gives everyone their office hours, there’s an introductory lecture, and everybody leaves a few minutes early to go take a nap or something. You do the bullshit assignments, you say something in class now and then to get your participation check mark, and figure out how badly you can do on the final and still pass. 

But see, in law school, all the methodologies you’ve spent the last 17 years operating under go out the window. Day one of law school is you being thrown into the deep end of the pool—you’ve had a homework assignment for two weeks now, and it’s to read the first 200 pages of your casebook. And now it’s you and the teacher (who is usually as smug as Alex Trebek) gauging and assessing what you managed to absorb while you skimmed through all those pages of reading so you could hurry up and get to the other 150 pages of reading for your next period class, in front of 50 people who are all smarter than you. And if you fuck up, or you didn’t do the reading, you are at the mercies of not just the professor, but the silent satisfied judgment of your peers. 

Law school is hard, and it will make you feel stupid and tongue-tied and like you don’t know anything and can’t form an argument—because you don’t, and you can’t. Everybody there has had a 4.0 since birth. Everybody there was the smartest kid in their class, and you’re all rabidly competing for a sliver of a chance at something down the road. It’s petty, and savage, fiercely entrenched in a culture of formalities and ceremony, and exactly like Washington DC

Yesterday when I was driving home, the NPR reporter talking about the Oval Office meeting mentioned that Trump had thought it was going to be a “getting to know you” type meeting, but that he was surprised when Obama stretched their talk out to 90 minutes before sending him along to the Capitol building where he met with congressional leaders for more lengthy meetings and stuff he didn’t want to do.

And he hasn’t even gotten to the actual job yet

So think about that as we go into this. 

Trump walked into the Oval Office like a two-pump-chump freshman thinking it was syllabus day, and what he got was the first day of law school, and he hadn’t done the reading like everyone else had, and Professor Obama decided to put him in the hot seat. 

This was Obama’s chance for the most perfect revenge that would never be picked up on as revenge at all. He was gracious, polite—everything he needed to be for a peaceful transition and a good review from the press. And that would continue when the doors were closed, because that’s the key. Not a Come to Jesus meeting, oh no. If Obama were smart—and he is very smart—he would have treated Trump like an equal, and brought the discussion to a level that assumes far more of Trump than anyone has so far. Assumes that he’s an adult who’s been paying attention. Statistics, esoteric minutiae about the executive branch procedure, economic growth numbers, labor figures, domestic policies, countries Trump has never even heard of, shit that would never in a million years have been in Trump’s campaign soundbites or digestible summaries. 

No way to escape. No aides to remember any of it for him. Just the two of them. 

Because that’s what would strike a precise chill into Trump. The thundering realization that he’s woefully unprepared for the hard, boring, thankless reality of this, and Obama’s version of a smooth transition won’t and shouldn’t include remedial civics. 

That’s what I saw when they shook hands and Trump stared at the floor instead of looking back into Obama’s face. He’s just figured out how little he knows about any of this

And that should give you a small glow of satisfaction, because after those meetings, Trump definitely has the 1L Terror Shits. In January, the night sweats and insomnia will show up, but for these first few weeks—nothing but diarrhea and self-doubt.  

Method Actor - Anthony Ramos x Reader

Summary: On the stage of 21 Chump Street, the reader is playing Naomi Rodriguez opposite a very talented Anthony Ramos. He seems to have feelings for her, but she fears that this is only acting. 

Warnings: Two or so curse words, but nothing other than that! 

Word Count: 1,433 (I cut down! Yay!)

A/N: Two fics in two days. I feel like I should apologize for being so over-excited! This burst of inspiration, combined with an added adoration for Anthony Ramos meant I couldn’t stop myself from writing this one. I hope you enjoy it! It’s got the same slight angst feel to it but I’m a sucker for a fluffy ending. Let me just add @alexanderhamllton because the poor girl has only gone and cursed herself for asking to be tagged in my pieces! Enjoy, and send in requests and prompts! I love those. 

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The problem is, the moment you met Anthony Ramos was the day your feet slipped from right under you. So this is what it meant to be swept off your feet. You hadn’t been hoping for much when you signed up to audition for 21 Chump Street, you really hadn’t. With such a strong, talented rising star writing the piece, Lin-Manuel Miranda had been (in your mind) taking a huge chance casting some new girl as Naomi Rodriguez. And yet, here you were, two days before the premiere at rehearsals and you couldn’t take your eyes off the curly-haired boy in front of you. You had gotten close, during the process of the musical, and you were happy to know such a sweet boy, but damn it, were you whipped, and fast.

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i can’t stop thinking of Rogue One as, like, an RPG campaign with a bad GM

Baze and Chirrut’s players put a lot of effort and thought into their shared backstory and the GM was just like “kay” and mostly ignored it, mentally relegating them to combat roles

K2SO’s player had to miss a few seshes so the GM had him “stay on the ship” but he got back early and the GM clumsily put him into the city fight (where he rolls a 20 for that grenade catch+toss and everyone loses their shit) then gets called into work last-minute and has to be absent from the NEXT session 

Bodhi is played by a newbie who joins them halfway through and has v. little experience but lots of enthusiasm

Cassian and Jyn’s players have been gaming with the GM forever and were the original players w/ K2SO’s. He keeps going out of his way to throw their backstory into the campaign and it’s abundantly clear that Krennic is meant to be his Badass Coolly Intelligent Arch-Antagonist Self-Insert who, through a combination of bad rolls and player savviness, ends up looking like a total chump

So I was watching BH6...

and this scene with Honey Lemon came up, and I got to thinking…

Originally posted by hxneylemon-archive

…how much does tungsten carbide cost?  Honey Lemon said she had 400 lbs of it.  

After a quick google search and some skim reading, tungsten carbide costs anywhere between ~$14-$25 a pound…………….

Originally posted by hxneylemon-archive

HONEY LEMON BLEW UP ~$5600-$10,000 WORTH OF TUNGSTEN CARBIDE IN 2 SECONDS FOR SCIENCE!

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I can’t decide whether I should be angry or awestruck….

She’s redefining mad genius

Assassin: Chapter 6

A/N: Guys, I did not edit this but only so I could get this up tonight ! I will edit it in the morning, so I really hope this makes sense until then. Thank you to all the people that helped me with this fic, I’m far too tired to tag them but they know who they are. Sorry for the late post. Goodnight ❤️❤️

Warnings: I honestly dont know ran. Could be triggering, and there’s smut

Word Count: 5455

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anonymous asked:

Bellarke: actors in a soap opera with so many plot holes and things that could never happen realistically

thanks for the prompt, I hope you enjoy!! ao3


“How dare you.”

Bellamy looks up with a grin as his dressing room door crashes loudly against the wall. “I see you’ve read the script.”

Clarke falls across his couch like a swooning southern belle, one hand to her forehead.

“After all we’ve been through, Bellamy. I can’t believe you would father one of my own sister’s twins.”

“Just one of the twins,” he points out, spinning his chair to face her. “Because that’s biologically possible.”

“That doesn’t make it better,” she sniffs, but her expression cracks into a smile when she looks over at him.

This is why Clarke is his favorite person on set. She, somehow unlike the rest of their cast, is aware of just how ridiculous their show actually is.

Which is part of why he likes it, honestly. He got into acting because there didn’t seem like much of a downside– if he didn’t get regular work, it was something he could fit around his patchwork schedule of minimum wage positions, and if he did get something more steady, it seemed like it would pay a lot more than Starbucks.

He never set out to be a serious actor, hence why he had no reservations about going out for any job, from voicing a squirrel in a Geico commercial to, yes, soap operas. He took the job because it gave him enough hours to get health insurance from the SAG. But ask him why he looks forward to going in to work every day, and he’d have to try really hard not to mention Clarke Griffin.

“Really?” He asks now, propping his feet up on her thigh. “It wouldn’t be worse if I was the father of both her twins?”

“You slept with her even after I saved your life.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten hypothermia if you hadn’t pushed me down that well in the first place!”

“I was possessed by my dead lover’s ghost,” she says, fighting a smile. “It was really traumatic for me.”

“For you,” he mutters. “Which one of us had to spend six hours in cold water?”

“I thought it was twelve.”

“I’m not talking about Antonio. I’m talking about me, Bellamy. They couldn’t even make it warm water?”

“They were going for realism,” she says, patting his ankle patronizingly.

“Yeah, realism is really important to this show,” he snorts. “Realistically, I doubt I would have taken my shirt off if I was hypothermic.”

“It was wet, it wasn’t keeping you warm,” Clarke points out, finally letting herself smile. “Besides, if you’re going to die, might as well go out looking hot.”

“Oh, you think I’m hot?” He teases, nudging her in her most ticklish spot with his foot.

She yelps and swats at it. “You were shirtless and ripped and wet. Yeah, I think that’ll do it for me.”

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