#meet you by the piano?

[engagemythrusters]

for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, so that means to combat John Cage's 4'33, I propose a piece called 3'44, wherein every single note within range possible is played for three minutes and forty-four seconds

[azuries]

'cause boys don't cry

[websitewizard2005]

fun little meet the artist 👍👍👍 this is probably the most accurate drawing of myself i’ve ever done.

[unsat-and-strange]

another doodle page for the beauty and the beast au (Brian and the beast, if I may)

cogsworth lyf and lumiere Tim getting into shenanigans ft an interaction from one of the first posts of this au, (un)creature jonny mourning his beautiful hair, the return of nastya :) I think castle aurora is shaped like the mechs logo and I pray the sketch in the bottom left reads as such. the next page has brians first search for carmilla (whoever brought up the idea of him calling for his mama ripped my heart out) also best wingmen Tim and Bertie, potential Bertie design, and Court Enchantress Carmilla. I am unwell about all of this, continue feeding the fire please I'm begging you

real quick gonna tag @rocksanddeadflowers and @blazeismyname

[drinkingbitterboy]

one more attention whore post for the road featuring outtakes and the sunglasses collection. only bought two pairs of these specifically to copy alex and no points for guessing which ones those were lmaoooooo

anyway, thank you very much for all the kind things you've said about the pictures! you've all validated me after my original post saying i just wanted attention. 10/10

also, some folks mentioned that i did a good job with the mannerisms/poses and like obv a couple were staged (namely the guitar picture, featuring a piano bench to rest my leg on), but i truly cannot convey to you how much i just stand like this in real life. garbage posture and all.

[slymanner]

No but can we get a fucking shout-out for scott pilgrim takes off MUSIC ITS SO GOOD GUYS IM SO HAPPY THEY GOT ANAMANAGUCHI BACK FOR THE SHOW THIS WAS SO SMART

[aprylynn]

Intro: Boy Meets Evil

for @hopeinthebox

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also that the pics show that phil & orville's Adorable Meetcute at least involves a replication of the film's first & only interaction between [phil/herb role] & orville, of smacking into each other & putting on each other's glasses then fumbling around switching them back, indeed homoerotically close (including closer than this gif depicts)

[summerharmony]

Nice to meet you☺　はじめまして☺

Hello☺

I’m Mizuki.

I play the piano. After graduating from a music school, I became a teacher at the Yamaha Music School in the spring.

From now on, I will post my drawings and performances here. All images are self-made. I hope you enjoy it.

こんにちは。☺

ミズキと申します。

私はピアノを弾きます。音楽学校を経た後、春からヤマハ音楽教室の先生になります。

ここでは、自作の絵と演奏を投稿します。

絵は総て自作です！！あなたに楽しんでいただけますように！

[quarterprioritymidnight]

[kaywavy]

earth c’s divine orchestra

[innytoes]

One more! 14 for either Rulie or PeterPatterLina please for the sleepy prompts?

Also for @bananakarenina who asked for the same

Looking back, it was kind of ironic that his parents had sent him to his Uncle John's place for the summer as some kind of punishment. And at the time, he'd hated it. He had to sleep on this pull out couch in the living room because Uncle John only had one bedroom.

Uncle John was a crazy prepper who spent too much time in the woods. He didn't have internet, he had a secret bunker under his basement, and he was way too into trying to teach Luke how to hunt and fish.

He let Luke play his guitar however much he wanted to, though, so that was a plus.

And then, the Sickness. It started in the big cities. Luke had to watch as LA was bombed, curled up in Uncle John's secret bunker. He couldn't get ahold of his mom, couldn't tell her that he loved her, couldn't do anything as the sickness spread, and spread, and the town they were in was evacuated. Uncle John let him be, reminded him that the bunker was soundproof, brought down his guitar for him.

Uncle John didn't let him leave the bunker until a week after the evacuation, until he was sure the place was safe and empty.

Then they got to work. And work. And more work. Luke learned to shoot, learned to hunt, learned to drive, how to work on cars, how to make an electric fence. Learned how to build his own flame thrower and set traps and grow potatoes and cook.

And he wrote, and wrote, and played, and played, until his voice was hoarse.

They had a good life, but then one day, Uncle John fell off the roof. He fell off the roof because Luke had said something stupid about missing Christmas with his mom, and Uncle John had been stringing up Christmas lights.

Luke didn't play for a year after that. He didn't deserve it.

He buried Uncle John at the edge of the garden, and in the spring, he planted one of the apple tree saplings they'd been nursing on top of him. Uncle John always joked how he'd wanted to be an apple tree, because he loved apple pie so much.

But he kept going. He kept going, because what else could he do? It was what Uncle John would have wanted. So he planted the potatoes, and the zucchini, and the tomatoes, and he tended to the apple tree, and he tried to keep going.

Until one day, one of the alarms went off. He checked the cameras, and there it was, on camera three, the giant hole trap had been activated. What really caught his eye, though, was the dog nervously pacing around the border.

He grabbed his shotgun and went outside.

The dog was still pacing, around and around and around the circle, barking anxiously until it spotted him. Then, it stood between him and the hole, growling.

"Ellie what's wrong? Ellie is it a zombie? You gotta run, Ellie!"

"It's not a zombie," Luke called.

"Don't shoot the dog!" Came the immediate frantic call. "Please don't shoot the dog, please, she's harmless, she's just trying to protect us."

"Don't shoot us either!" A girl's voice shouted up. He blinked. Two people, then. Maybe more.

"Can you call her off? I can't come closer if she keeps growling like that."

It was silent in the hole. Ellie the dog kept growling at him.

"Promise you won't shoot us?" came the uncertain question a few moments later.

"I promise."

If they were raiders, there were other ways to get rid of them.

There was a whistle from the hole, and the dog laid down and whined, letting Luke pass. Inside the hole were two people. They were a little dirty, a little tired-looking... but they were also the prettiest people Luke had ever seen.

"Um, hi," the guy said. "I'm Reggie. This is Julie. That's Ellie up there with you. Thank you for not shooting us."

"What are you doing here?" Luke asked.

"Well, we were trying to get to Boston, but then we ran into this fence, so we were trying to go around it, see if anyone was inside, and then Sploosh! Giant Hole!"

"We weren't trying to get in or anything," the girl said, eyeing Luke's gun. "We promise. It's just the two of us."

"Three of us," the guy pouted. "Ellie was just smart enough not to fall into the hole."

Eventually, Luke got them a ladder, and didn't shoot them. He was going to send them off with some water bottles and rabbits ears for the dog, but then Ellie put her head on his knee when he crouched down, and the girl and guy both laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound in the world, and before he knew it he was inviting them over for dinner.

It was weird, having people, people his age, over. He didn't know what to talk about. He'd hardly known what to talk about with people his own age before the whole apocalypse, unless it was about music.

Except then Julie saw the keyboard he had propped up in the corner of the living room, and she lit up. Luke admitted he'd been trying to teach himself how to play, but it was pretty hard without any books or the internet.

"May I?" she asked, and he nodded.

And then he fell in love.

And then Reggie joined her in the chorus, and he fell in love again.

They talked for hours, about music, about songs, about instruments. Reggie admitted he shredded on the banjo, but he was pretty okay on piano and guitar too. "I used to play bass in this band, but well, not much of that anymore."

Luke nearly vibrated out of his seat. "There's a music store within the fence," he said. It was one of the only places Luke kept nice, besides the house and the vegetable gardens.

They made their way over in the fading light, Luke nearly bouncing down the street. Ellie bounced with him, happy to be included. When they got to the music store, Julie gasped at the baby grand piano, while Reggie swooned over the cherry red bass.

He also did shred on the banjo.

In return, Luke showed them one of his songs. The way they looked at him, the sun setting through the window of the music store, you'd think that he was the angel, the dream come true, not them.

They went back to the house, Luke carrying an amp and Reggie the bass, while Julie had the banjo slung over her shoulder. Back at the house, Luke cooked them dinner, while in the living room, Julie and Reggie sang and played. If they noticed his red eyes or the tears staining his shirt, they didn't say anything.

After dinner, Reggie and Julie went to take a shower. Together. Even though he'd mentioned that he had plenty of water. Who knew, maybe they were plotting to kill him in there. He looked down at Ellie, who was sprawled on the couch, her head in his lap.

If they did kill him, at least they gave him a really awesome last day.

Except they didn't kill him. Instead, they put on the clothes he left for them (it had taken a while to find something with sleeves, so Julie's, you know, everything wouldn't be out) and then tried to argue that they couldn't just take his bed.

"It's fine," Luke said. "I usually sleep on the couch anyway." He always did, actually. It felt wrong, sleeping in Uncle John's bed. He only did it when he was really, really tired, or sore, or lonely, curling up between a mountain of pillows and pretending it was a hug.

"I'm afraid the couch is taken," Reggie said, pointing at where Ellie, who wasn't that big of a dog, was somehow managing to sprawl across all of the pillows.

"We can all share," Julie said. "If that's okay with you."

She took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. At his wordless nod, she slid the flannel from his shoulders. Behind him, Reggie pulled his shirt up and over his head. He sat down heavily on the bed, watching them undress each other, watching them touch each other.

They fell into bed together, the three of them, and it should have been awkward, but somehow, it wasn't. Between the two of them, Julie and Reggie knew what they were doing where he clearly did not. They kept him from floundering, from falling, from hesitating too much, until they were all climbing together, higher and higher, until everything was a brilliant white, an explosion of pleasure.

And in the end, they fell asleep, Julie pressed against his back, Luke's head on Reggie's chest, lulled to sleep by his heart beat, and it was perfect.

When he woke up the next morning, the bed was empty. Luke took a shaky breath. He knew it was too good to be true. He should- he should get up, see what they took, see what was left, but he couldn't bring himself to, not yet.

And then he heard it.

Singing, in his kitchen.

And he knew everything would be okay.

[galaxymagick]

220827 Music Core mini fan meeting | ©vcloud_leo

[redfeathered]

The fact you can know somebody for years, but not really know them

What do you mean you had played piano for 11 years?!

[carolrain]

Five Songs

I was tagged by @mostlyinthemorning to list five songs that I listen to a lot or are important to me.

(I know I am a week behind, but what even is time?)

I limited myself to songs that are in my current best playlist and tried not to think *too hard* about it.

— Honesty - Noah Reid

— All of My Memories - Kathleen Edwards (a John Denver cover)

— The Date (Making Mountains out of Molehills) - Barbara Kessler

— Morning Song - Jewel Kilcher

— My Name Can’t Be Mama - The Highwomen

(I’m not tagging anyone because I assume you all did this a week ago.)

[astrangergivingthestrangewelcome]

Love writing and making self-indulgent references like what are you gonna do if you don't like it? Unclick the link to the AO3 page?