the meaning of chad

Max: hey you boys dare me to wear a dress for a video?

Joji and Ian: No.

Max while applying lipstick on, already in the dress: You guys are so crazy! I can’t believe you are making me do this!

How them 2000s live actions kids shows be
  • Normal Girl: *internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
  • *at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
  • Normal Girl: *staring deeply into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: Ahoy! What're you doing?
  • Normal Girl: Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
  • Best Friend: Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
  • Normal Girl: What are you even talking about?
  • Best Friend: I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
  • *at the mall*
  • Normal Girl: *internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
  • Best Friend: ...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
  • Normal Girl: Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
  • Best Friend: OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
  • *the normal girl and her best friend squee*
  • Normal Girl: *externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
  • Chad: Uh, okay.
  • Normal Girl: Did I just say that out loud!?
  • Chad: *sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
  • Best Friend: Have you murdered somebody?
  • Normal Girl: Do you need a girlfriend?
  • Chad: No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
  • Normal Girl: *internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
  • Chad: You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
  • Best Friend: Haha, truuuuuu!
  • Normal Girl: I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
  • Chad: Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
  • Best Friend: You do talk to fish.
  • Normal Girl: I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
  • *at the shore*
  • Chad: Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
  • Best Friend: Simmer down, aqualad!
  • Chad: Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
  • Normal Girl: We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
  • Chad: Does it involve you talking to fish?
  • Normal Girl: Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
  • *the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
  • Normal Girl: *falls over limp*
  • Best Fried: She died.
  • Chad: Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
  • Best Friend: *lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
  • Chad: *strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
  • Chad: *runs into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: *kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
  • Best Friend: *walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
  • Best Friend: *yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
  • *back at the shore*
  • Porpoise: *beaches itself*
  • *a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
  • Normal Girl: There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
  • Normal Girl: *looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
  • Normal Girl: *kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
  • Normal Girl: *spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
  • Normal Girl: *sighs*

I actually know several guys named Chad, and none of them particularly resemble the archetypal Chad.

This can only mean one thing: somewhere out there, there’s an ur-Chad who’s skewing the average.

Who is this Ultimate Chad?

Dou no.

Context: Okay so we just started this new campaign, and we were looking for the daughter of a lady. The daughter was kidnapped by a dragon. On our way we meet dires. Then a half dragon appears
DM: dou it’s your turn first.
Dou: … is that you Rebecca. I haven’t seen you since high school.
MyoTao: WHAT
Iris: dou please
Dou: *sheds a tear*
DM: dragon rolls to attack… and she misses!
Dou: please I didn’t mean to kiss chad.
DM: the dragon walks away annoyed but not before hitting you once causing you to have only one health left

“We tortured for a year and a half on Californication, and instead of going and fucking off, we just started working on this record. It’s just from wanting to give the most that we can. Everything that we’re doing in this band comes from a place of giving. And if there’s anything that I’ve learned from my years of being in this band… There have been times when it’s great – we feel great and we’re rocking out and everyone thinks we’re cool and you think you’re cool and you’re making good music and everything’s great and your ego’s feeling good. But then there are times when it’s the most frustrating, miserable, lonely fucked up thing. But the thing is, when I look through all of it, the parts that are frustrating, lonely and sad and the parts that are the greatest rock-star dream – I look at it all as an opportunity for me to give. It all balances out into one thing that I can have purpose and dedication to, which is being a giving person. And that has more meaning to me than anything else that I can be doing – is thinking that I’m being giving, and doing things with the intention of being giving.”

- Flea

nurseydex royalty au
  • instead of being from Maine, Dex’s family is actually royalty from a small country just outside of America’s east coast with about a million citizens.
  • Dex is born Fitzwilliam Jacob Poindexter II after his mother’s father and is third to the throne after his mother and brother.
  • being the third in line comes with responsibilities much like his brother, but without all of the public recognition, and he has to go through the same kind of grueling education of political wits, charming diplomacy, and easy-going social skills.
  • Dex never did well with the latter. he knew how to talk about his passions and what interested him, how to talk with people he cared for and if they had something important to say. but he hated small talk, never understood why he had to stand around in a room full of people he wasn’t going to see again talking about the weather when he could literally be doing anything else.
  • but he managed, and his advisers all agreed he would make a fine king if tragedy would succumb his brother.
  • so Dex gets that the crown prince’s primary goal is to marry and somehow produce an heir who can further the republic.
  • which is why he politely waits until his brother’s engaged and well on his way of becoming the next regent before he tells his parents that he’s gay.

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Some of the Fiercest Bitches in the Game.

I DIDN’T SKIPPED TYRA, Y’ALL. THEY DIDN’T INCLUDED HER IN THE VIDEO, I AGREE, SHE’S KINDA MEAN AS A PERSON, BUT I LIKED HER ON SEASON 2. Chad didn’t have a close up neither, but yeah, you shady bitches blaming on me, lmao.

Stay - Harry Hook X Reader

Originally posted by sonofdork

A/N Did ya’ll miss me? I know some of you probably hate me because I’ve been so inactive on this account and I’m so so so sorry school this year is so stressful and I am a Junior in High School so my schedule is pretty packed. Plus I have cheer practice as well as soccer season that is slowly approaching so please please be patient with me. Anyways I had an amazing idea while on the couch on day and just decided to write a little something for you guys. But I genially want to hear your guys opinion oh this. I kinda want to step outta this Descendants bubble and write about other people. Lately I’ve watched Spider Man and OMG GUYS TOM HOLLAND SO ADORABLE. If you guys want to see me write about Tom Holland or Peter Parker I’m totally down for it. Just send me message I enjoy talking to ya’ll. Lots of love -Vee 


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Evie and Dizzy headcanons
  • + The moment Dizzy sets foot in Auradon, she’s attached to Evie’s hip. She cries and thanks her, knowing Evie is the one who got her off the Island. 
  •  + At first Evie doesn’t let Dizzy out of her sight, convincing Ben to add a third bed to the room she shares with Mal. 
  •  + Dizzy becomes Evie’s assistant, helping with all her dress orders. She also helps with styling hair. Dizzy starts her own accessory line that goes hand in hand with Evie’s 4 Hearts. 
  •  + Once Evie learns how Harry treated Dizzy, she has a few choice words for the reforming pirate. Dizzy, bless her little soul, forgives him with a hug and a kiss to the cheek that surprises the older teenagers. Dizzy personally helps with making sure Harry stays on the straight and narrow.
  • + Evie provides Dizzy with daily singing lessons, even allowing Carlos and Jay to show her some of their more extreme dance moves. + When Dizzy asks about Cinderella and her descendants, Evie is very reluctant to introduce her to Chad. 
  •  + Evie only does so because she can’t say no to Dizzy. Evie’s surprised to see just how kind Chad is to Dizzy after a few meetings.
  •  + That doesn’t mean she leaves Dizzy alone with Chad. Evie is there for every meeting to make sure Chad behaves. 
  •  + Dizzy notices the way Evie and Harry begin to dance around each other once Harry shows improvement. She takes it upon herself to make sure they see the Light and get their Happily Ever After. 
  •  + Everyone loves Dizzy. So it’s not surprise that they all want her attention, causing Evie to get a bit jealous. Dizzy assures her that Evie will always be her favorite. No matter what.

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All day long at work, I kept thinking about Samwell bake sales for whatever reason. That would be a sweet four years (no pun intended lol)

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” 

You are two feet away from the door of your ECON101 class when suddenly someone is pulling you backwards. And into a nearby bathroom. And then starts pulling off your shirt.

Of all the things you expected to happen on a Tuesday afternoon at Samwell University, this was pretty low on the list.

“What the–” That’s about all you manage to get out and it’s muffled because your shirt is rucked up to your armpits.

“Bro, hurry,” the voice says and you finally place it. Chad. S or T. You’re not sure. 

“Dude, stop, what are you doing?”

“Your shirt,” Chad S or T says. “Put it inside out. Now.”

You obey because Chad S is a senior and maybe this is some form of hazing? Either way he is a senior and you’re a freshmen so it makes sense to listen to him. 

“Fuck, Chad, hurry,” the Chad in front of you says. 

“I’m trying,” you say. This probably would have been easier if he had remembered to take off your backpack before ripping your clothes off. Also, does this mean you aren’t going to Econ?

“Not you, baby Chad. Chad T,” Chad - he must be S, or maybe P? - says. He waves his phone in your face. “Texting. Are you inside out yet?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you says, pulling your shirt back on. His eyes scan over you. 

“No other Lax gear on?”

“No?”

“Perfect, let’s go, rookie, I got the text four minutes ago.”

And then he walks out. 

“Wait!” you call, grabbing your things to follow him. “Wait, where are we going? Is this hazing?”

“What?” Chad S says, looking over his shoulder at you. “Fuck, no, you will know when you are being hazed, fucker. This is– I’m doing you a fucking favor, shithead.”

“You are?” This is definitely Chad S. Chad S is the angriest according to your charts. 

“Hell yeah, bro,” Chad S, cutting wildly across the lawn. “You’re not on the real lax groupchat yet but Chad W sent out the word.”

“Word?”

“He saw them loading up their old shitty car,” Chad S says, walking directly through a group of girls and almost knocking two over. “Which means only one thing.”

They arrive at the entryway to the cafeteria, where there appears to be a rather large group of people already gathered. Chad S nods at the group.

“The Hockey team is having a bake sale.”

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  • Bif: Derby Harrington... how do I even begin to explain Derby Harrington?
  • Angie: Derby Harrington is flawless.
  • Gord: He has two Rolex watches and a silver Lexus.
  • Thad: I hear his hair is insured for $10,000.
  • Christy: I hear he does Aquaberry commercials... in Los Santos.
  • Chad: His favourite movie is Richie Rich's Christmas Wish.
  • Parker: One time he met Jennifer Aniston on a plane...
  • Melody: And she told him he was pretty.
  • Johnny: One time, I punched him in the face. It was awesome.

You can’t convince me that Carlos and Doug wouldn’t be best friends (despite their little interaction in the movie). Think about it, Carlos recites the periodic table to himself when he’s nervous and it’s pretty obvious that Doug is also a giant nerd. So what I’m getting at here is, dorky bffs that like to talk about science and their jock boyfriends