the grace period

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.  

I’m pretty sure the reason this is coming out now is because in the UK financial reports are filed on a 1-year delay. So the 2015 financials were just filed at the end of 2016. They had to disclose this to comply with reporting regulations, but they essentially got an 18-month grace period because of the way reporting timing is set up. Why specifically today, I don’t know.

Can someone please give me Sugar Daddy!Oswald?

Like, you’re some broke ass Gotham University student living off crappy ramen and working at an even crappier restaurant when the friggin’ Mayor of Gotham, bitch strides in like he owns the place. (Which he probably does since your boss is a notoriously terrible gangster). He’s nice and charming and smiles when he asks stuff about you. At first you think it’s for all the cameras around, but a few days later new text books arrive at your dorm room followed quickly by new furniture. With each delivery there’s a note from Oswald expressing his “hope that you will live a little easier, my friend”. He always signs it “Your Loving Mayor, O. Cobblepot”. The years continue like this. Oswald gives you things, asking nothing in return, sending letter after letter expressing his everlasting affection. Then you graduate and that 6 month grace period before your student loans kick in is over before you’ve found a job. When no bill arrives you contact the loan institution only to be informed it’s “been taken care of”. Of course a ridiculous limo shows up after that. Before you know it your draped on Oswald’s arm in some of the finest silk, doted on and adored, not a financial worry in the world.

day 6 - the way she moves

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when you go two weeks over deadline ╭( ・ㅂ・)و

just pointless post-canon fluff


By the time Alisha manages to drag her feet through the doors of her manor, she is all but ready to flop down on her bed and pass the rest of the night away. Meetings with stubborn politicians always take far too long and Alisha feels like they’re only trying to draw any sort of ire out of her most of the time.

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Hey folks,

So tomorrow is the big day here in the US where our next Presidential candidate is elected. This election is a confusing and frustrating one for many of us, but that should not cause us sit on the sidelines and let someone else choose for us. 

Please do your part tomorrow and take some time out of your day to cast your vote! If you have not registered to vote yet, many states offer either a grace-period registration at certain locations or registration at your designated election polling place.

the only saving graces of pms/periods are that my orgasms are deeply more satisfying & my tits feel sexier than usual

such weird consolation prizes for such bullshit every month

it’s almost like ‘hey, so, shit’s gonna suck, but, here, have this small thing, babes. sorry, xoxo- the universe’

anonymous asked:

bc my store is closing, we're no longer doing price adjustments so if you buy something today and it goes on sale tomorrow, you have to return it and then go back and rebuy it. a guy called today and when i told him we're not doing price adjustments, he said "but there's a law that states that i have a three day grace period". after sending him to the store manager, i found out the law he was talking about was door to door sales, not coming into a business and wanting the sale price 🙄

1 Month GIVEAWAY!

Okay so I’m starting a giveaway from November 14 2016 to December 1st 2016. It’ll be a redbubble one and the winner gets their pick of $25 worth of either ACOTAR/Tog/trc merch.

Rules:
1. MUST be following me. (and maybe don’t un follow me once this is over?)
2. MUST reblog this
3. You may reblog as much as you want just don’t spam your followers 😂
4. You MUST be willing to give me your address for the merch order
5. $25 is before any taxes or shipping so please be mindful and not go over
(maybe check out my insta @feyxrealin I might have another giveaway there)
6. You MUST not be a giveaway blog. You can be a fan blog or an account that is used to browse tumblr for the fun of it.
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If you have any questions feel free to message me at anytime!
The grace period will be of 48 hours and by then I would like your order or else I will give it to someone else.
Good Luck!!

Meth use is like taking out a huge loan on future happiness and pleasure, with incredibly high interest rates and no grace period.

Meth does not forgive those who sell out. It will extract your very soul, then invite you back .

Meth doesn’t kill pain, it postpones it, then multiplies it.

Meth doesn’t kill depression, it postpones it, then multiplies it.

headcanon that Jason popped into Reyna’s house when they were praetors and Reyna was changing the sheets because they were all blood and Jason was like “what the hell Reyna are you alright are you injured” and Reyna just stared at him and Jason went red and left to buy her chocolate

So, 2 and a half years ago, the store I work for changed owners. Company A sold all its stores, and Company B bought most of them, turning them from Company A to B. They’re both grocery stores, so it was mostly just a name change.
Today, this old couple came in with a bunch of gift cards for Company A’s stores. I told them we can’t accept those because we are no longer owned by that company. They got all upset, saying they called the number on the card to make sure they could use it at our location before coming in.
When the store was changing over, there was a grace period to accept old gift cards. It’s been over 2 fucking years, there is no reason to accept the gift cards. Specifically the computers’ software rejects them.
We usually tell people to call the number on the back of the card and ask for a cash refund for the gift card. (I told them this but they were not having it.)
They ask for a hand written note with my name so “when they call the company back they have evidence of my word.” Because I’m still new at managing the front end, I called the store manager down. She called some people, and in the end I had to give them a $125 gift card to our store.

What To Do In The Event You Believe A Supervillain Has Taken Over

1) Breathe

It may surprise you to hear this, but the first thing people forget to do in moments of panic is to breathe. Their breath becomes short and scarce and suddenly everything becomes a lot scarier in their heads. You need oxygen to think, move, fight, and live. Take a few calming breathes and get stuff in order.

2) Keep calm

Because you’ll breathe more if you’re calm. You have no idea how important oxygen is at a time like this.

3) Ascertain if the world is in fact burning

Because most supervillains want to watch the world burn, most people assume that if a supervillain is in control, the world must be burning. However, there is usually a grace period where this does not happen. Supervillains love planning how they’ll make the world burn far more than they like actually setting it on fire. Don’t ask me. It’s all about the model cities and the monologues for them.

If the world is not quite yet burning, that’s good. That means that you can potentially stop it still. if so, get on it! If it is in fact burning, keep #1 & #2 in mind and look for your nearest exit. No one will blame you if you climb over them right now.

4) Assess your resources

What skills can you offer in the grand fight ahead? Can you fly? Levitate things with your mind? Do you have a keen understanding of county bylaws? Can you bake a cake? No skill set is too small. Everything is of use because…

5) You must help your fellow human

The dread caused by realizing a supervillain is in power is sometimes enough to defeat people and that is a supervillain’s greatest power. The power of dread.

This is a precarious time. In order to stop the worst from happening, everyone must band together and help one another. Everyone must offer up a sympathetic ear. Everyone must pitch in. (Here’s where you super cake bakers really shine!)

Because the way to defeat hate is with love, to defeat fear is with courage, to defeat dread is with calm. 

6) Also: Breathe.

This probably doesn’t help a lot, but just free-writing all this is helping me. I offer it up as a kind source of levity. It’s literally all I can offer right now (see number 4)