#sasha be fluting

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[heart-wit-strength]

You can stop asking me what happened to Sasha's eye now

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[supercantaloupe]

i heard livin it up on top (bway version of course) play on the radio tonight on my drive home. and while i am not going to turn this into yet another Opinion Piece about Which Version of the show is Best(tm) it did make me think about how often operas will be performed in different versions. the age old battle of prague vs vienna don giovanni (nevermind the fact that the current most common/popular production combined elements of both libretti) and italian vs french, four act vs five act don carlo(s), or magic flute productions which can look and act completely different from one another based on what recits are kept or cut or translated loosely or rewritten entirely. for several reasons of course i don't see musicals doing the same type of thing Any time soon but it would be interesting indeed if they did

[glutenfree-rootbeer]

Saw lizzo on Friday, just recovering now. Great show!

[digitaldiscipline]

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HOLY SHIT.

Repost from @planetrockradio

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Dolly Parton has revealed the STAGGERING track-list for her forthcoming rock album, the appropriately titled 'Rockstar'. Clocking in at a whopping 30 songs, the record features a who's-who of rock royalty collaborators, as well as 4 different but unmistakably Dolly-style album covers.

1. "Rockstar" (special guest Richie Sambora)

2. "World on Fire"

3. "Every Breath You Take" (feat. Sting)

4. "Open Arms" (feat. Steve Perry)

5. "Magic Man" (feat. Ann Wilson with special guest Howard Leese)

6. "Long As I Can See the Light" (feat. John Fogerty)

7. "Either Or" (feat. Kid Rock)

8. "I Want You Back" (feat. Steven Tyler with special guest Warren Haynes)

9. "What Has Rock and Roll Ever Done for You" (feat. Stevie Nicks with special guest Waddy Wachtel)

10. "Purple Rain"

11. "Baby, I Love Your Way" (feat. Peter Frampton)

12. "I Hate Myself for Loving You" (feat. Joan Jett & The Blackhearts)

13. "Night Moves" (feat. Chris Stapleton)

14. "Wrecking Ball" (feat. Miley Cyrus)

15. "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" (feat. P!nk & Brandi Carlile)

16. "Keep on Loving You" (feat. Kevin Cronin)

17. "Heart of Glass" (feat. Debbie Harry)

18. "Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me" (feat. Elton John)

19. "Tried to Rock and Roll Me" (feat. Melissa Etheridge)

20. "Stairway to Heaven" (feat. Lizzo & Sasha Flute)

21. "We Are the Champions"

22. "Bygones" (feat. Rob Halford with special guests Nikki Sixx & John 5)

23. "My Blue Tears" (feat. Simon Le Bon)

24. "What's Up?" (feat. Linda Perry)

25. "You’re No Good" (feat. Emmylou Harris & Sheryl Crow)

26. "Heartbreaker" (feat. Pat Benatar & Neil Giraldo)

27. "Bittersweet" (feat. Michael McDonald)

28. "I Dreamed About Elvis" (feat. Ronnie McDowell with special guest The Jordanaires)

29. "Let It Be" (feat. Paul McCartney & Ringo Starr with special guests Peter Frampton & Mick Fleetwood)

30. "Free Bird" (feat. Ronnie Van Zant with special guests Gary Rossington, Artimus Pyle and The Artimus Pyle Band)

Holy, and I repeat this, shit.

[fakecrfan]

Ranking TMA Characters Based on How Likely They Would Be To Be The One Dying of Tuberculosis in an Opera

Progressing from least to most likely, and roughly categorizing them into groups based on where they fall in the spectrum. Characters whose placement I’m uncertain of (Daisy and Basira) were left off the list. Categorizations and placements are open to discussion.

Type I: So Unlikely To Die of TB, In Fact, They Inject YOU with TB - Jude Perry, Peter Lukas, Gertrude Robinson. 

Type II: Way Too Normal To Fit Into Operatic Archetypes - Tim, Sasha, Georgie

Type III: Earnest Young Leading Man In Love With the One Who Dies of TB - Jonathan Sims, Jack Barnabas 

Type IV: Runs Around The Stage In A Bloodstained Dress, Waving A Knife Around and Having a Duet With An Imaginary Flute - Michael Shelley, Helen Richardson, Melanie King 

Type V: Gentle Soul Who Sings For 15 Minutes While Dying of TB Onstage In Their Lover’s Arms - Martin Blackwood, Agnes Montague, Gerard Keay

Type VI: Jonah Magnus - this is purely on technicality, given that at least two of his spare bodies died of TB for real at over the past 200 years. 

[mordenandmerry]

RANDOM TMA HEADCANONS BECAUSE I NEED TO SHARE (most about music because I’m a nerd):

- When they were kids, Martin and Jon met at a playground. Jon was probably sitting under the slide ready books like a loser and Martin came up to him and asked what he was reading. They started talking about books, but then after never saw each other again. They don’t realize until they talk about it later.

- Tim likes the Arctic Monkeys

- Melanie played flute but broke it by hitting someone with it.

- Georgie and Jon had a commentary channel back when they were dating.

- Martin played in a indie soft rock band as the bassist.

- Sasha was literally a god at Mario Kart.

- The archives staff realized they all like dnd and did a one shot. Occasionally, they would play together every so often, adding the new employees and stuff. They roped Elias into playing the dm, but Jon took over after the first session because Elias killed all of their characters immediately. Jon played a warlock in the first session, Martin played a druid, Tim played a bard, Sasha played a sorcerer, Melanie played a barbarian, Basira played a rogue, and Daisy played a paladin.

- Gerry has an extensive collection of all types of horror games.

- Martin and Jon would’ve played Stardew Valley together.

[reasoningdaily]

Lizzo Announces Scholarship for Black Music Students at Alma Mater: ‘I Get to Pay It Forward’

In honor of Juneteenth, the Grammy winner launched the Sasha Be Flooting music scholarship with a $50,000 donation

Lizzo launched the Sasha Be Flooting scholarship on Friday with a $50,000 donation, giving back to Black music students at the University of Houston, her alma mater.

“LIZZOS JUNETEENTH GIVEBACK IS PROUD TO PRESENT 50,000$ TO THE ‘SASHA BE FLOOTING SCHOLARSHIP’ AT THE UNIVERSITY OF HOUSTON,” Lizzo posted alongside a video announcing the scholarship. “Thank you to @universityofhouston for your partnership and support.”“Today is very close to my heart, near and dear to home and a milestone for me,” Lizzo shared in the video. “It is for any young Black student from Houston, Texas who has applied to go to University of Houston to study at the Moores School of Music,” the Grammy winner added. “That was me just a couple years ago, a young Black flute player who just needed a scholarship and someone to believe in them. Now I get to pay it forward.”

“We’ll be announcing who is the winner of that prize very, very soon,” she promised.

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Prior to the scholarship launch, Lizzo posted a photo of her playing the flute with a temporary tattoo of the university’s cougar mascot on her cheek, and another more recent photo of her performing. “Meet Baby Lizzo on scholarship at the University of Houston hoping she’ll earn a music performance degree in flute,” she wrote in the caption. “Little did she know she’d change the conversation on flutes in pop culture forever.”

The Sasha Be Flooting scholarship is the fourth donation made in Lizzo’s Fourth Annual Juneteenth Giveback. The singer-songwriter has donated $50,000 to the Marsha P. Johnson Institute, Black Girls Smile, and the Sphinx Organization.

[alldancersaretalented]

Some Dancers' Choreography for y'all! Let me know who I should do next :)

Selena Hamilton

Mother Of The House - Pave

Pop, Drop and Roll - Everleigh Soutas, Pave

Telephone - Regan Gerena, Project 21

Women - Anya Inger, Project 21

??? - Inspirantions Dance

Perris Amento

Don't You Cry For Me - Inspirations Dance

??? - Jasmine Cortez, Inspiration Dance

Lament - Delilah Hewitt, Project 21

Hey Boy - Chloe Mirabel, Project 21

Angels - Charlotte Watters, Project 21

Dyllan Blackburn

Lady Marmelade - Avery Olsen, OCPAA

Kiarra Waidelich

Wanted - Addison Price, The Rock

Django - Kennedy Blazek, The Rock

No Light, No Light - Alexis Mayer, The Rock

Lost - Athena Pacheco, The Rock

I'm In Here - Athena Pacheco, The Rock

Silence - Sasha Milstein, The Rock

I feel Nothing - Tiara Sherman, The Rock

No Choir - Esme Chou, Project 21

Crystal Huang

Through Dark and Light - Melina Blitz- Rock

Brady Farrar

Für Elise - Kya Massimino, Stars

Scherzo - Kya Massimino, Michael Savio, Stars

Distressed Endearment - Callaghan Johnson, Stars

Effervescent - Ayla Flowers, City Dance

Flute de Faune - Mikaela Cameron, A &A Ballet

??? - Lillian OMara, A & A Ballet

Changes - Ava Zisko, West Point Ballet

Ellary Day Szyndlar

Tears of an Angel -Sylvie Win Szyndlar, Club

Destanye Diaz

??? - Zoe Flores, Stars

What I Want To Say - Lili Veziroglu

Ruby Castro

Solice - Sophia Gil, Dance Town

Film Credit - Sophia Gil, Dance Town

Transforming - Sophia Gil, Dance Town

??? - Carmen Beiner, Dance Town

What is Love - Carmen Beiner, Dance Town

??? - Carmen Beiner, Dance Town

Written In The Sky - Kaitlyn Santos, Dance Town

Hymn Of The Win - Sophia Novo, Dance Town

??? - Arden Auerbach, Dance Explosion

ChaCha Heels - Arianna Amador, Southern Strutt

Black And Gold - Alexa, Dance Town

[rcsplendent]

open  starter. location  :  the  kitchens.        time  :  just  after  midnight.

perhaps it's his years of military training, or maybe it's his countless past experiences with absolute chaos — either way, sasha is completely unfazed by the whole of it. spooked at first, sure — he'd ducked under a table at the first explosion and hid there until the dust settled — but once he'd come out, he'd felt that urge again, that itch in his fingertips that, despite his best efforts, continues to guide him through life. he'd noticed the entrance to the kitchens unguarded: an opportunity, & a rare one at that. interest piqued, he'd slipped through undetected ( or so he'd thought ) to find the place in shambles — silverware scattered across the floor, pots & pans abandoned on still-lit stoves, food discarded by terrified cooks, broken glass where servants had dropped entire trays of champagne flutes. taking in the sight & decidedly unmoved by it, sasha starts picking through the rubble, inspecting a particularly shiny teaspoon before he pockets it. it's then that he senses a presence, and he whirls around smoothly, looking annoyed with having been interrupted — half-lidded eyes glancing over his new company through mottled eyelashes. " what are you looking at? "

[elixir]

Flutes (Sasha Remix) by Hot Chip

[supercantaloupe]

my opinion is that if you’re doing a baroque opera but you’re not willing or able to cast a countertenor and are thinking of instead just singing the part as a baritone you’re a coward and boring and shouldn’t be allowed to direct a baroque opera

[pricklypearflowers]

Have some thoughts on ant 🐜.

-He’s def suffering from catholic guilt.

-Wondering if he’ll be bi, pan, or gay (I personally hc him as bi)

-He’s in like the school band/orchestra and either plays the flute or clarinet (bet he loves lizzo 💕)

-He seems to be less ok with spider’s comments throughout the season.

-Feel like he has a really kind heart.

-He seems to be the only one truly feeling remorse for spreading the rumor about amerie and ms obah.

-Ant gave spider and Dusty the idea for the band name “Renaissance Titties” in SLT’s when jojo was trying to teach them about the dangers of sending nudes. Sasha said “people have been sharing naked pictures since the dawn of time. For example cave paintings, art-” and is then cut off by Ant shouting “RENAISSANCE TITTIES” and Dusty and Spider have an aha moment.

-Where Spider is kind of like just a bully I think ant is secretly a softy and very kind but just gets dragged into his friends shit.

-I feel like a good prediction to make is that Ant might distance himself from Dusty and spider next season. They keep getting him in trouble like detention for stopping the fight between Malakai and Spider. He probably also got into trouble because of the protest and participating in the whole amerie and jojo situation. His ass is never leaving the church pews.

I def want to see more of ant next season

[jeanbie]

MOONLIGHT IN YOUR HANDS ★ masterlist.

pairing: eren x reader

genre: band kid / high school au | wc: 3.4k | ♬

⏤ Aged seventeen, now, and still in love with music and the people in your life in your high school's band club, you didn’t think you’d be able to share that love with anything- or anybody- else. Until you met Eren.

Falling in love was a scary thing.

With people, that means. There was something about love when attached to another person that was unbelievably unnerving, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that your parents were divorced and at least one person in your family had been cheated on, thank you very much! The pressure of ultimate commitment and trust was something you just couldn’t wrap your head around; what if you gave all of that love to somebody who’d throw it all away overnight?

When people told you that you only thought that way because you were young, barely fourteen and watching your friends get into those week-long romantic relationships over fruit loops and milk cartons at break time, you insisted that no, you knew best. You knew what love was like. Love was the way your parents had fought most of your childhood, screamed, cussed, broke some things. Love was finding out the person you gave everything to suddenly didn’t want it anymore.

Eventually, you grew up and realised that life was better and happier now that your mother had moved across the country with somebody else, and your Dad was finding love in his new job and learning how to play the guitar. Life was no longer a slash horror film, but instead the colourful opening of a Disney movie, the birds singing- and hey, maybe love wasn’t so bad. Love wasn’t just what you experienced with a partner, you discovered as you moved to high school and found that something in your chest hurt in that love-kinda-way when you joined band and made some of the best friendships you had ever had. Love was open and exciting, unpredictable and beyond kisses and hugs and hearts floating around your temples.

Love was the way you heard piano keys, or the sound of Mina and Sasha laughing as you entered the band-rooms during every free period you could possibly find. Love was the guitar strings between Sasha’s fingers, and the evenings around the campfire behind your house with the aforementioned duo and your father and his older stringed instrument, corny songs shared over the tamed embers. Aged seventeen, now, and still in love with music and the people in your life in your high school's band club, you didn’t think you’d be able to share that love with anything- or anybody- else. Until you met Eren.

A key member of the school’s baseball team and a surprisingly excellent singer, Eren was the type of person you saw in movies, the type of student everybody loved but didn’t touch. That had intimidated and confused you, when he strode into band club on a Tuesday evening after-school and spoke with the lead teacher Mrs Honey, who announced that Eren and a small handful of other, daresay “jocks”, would be joining the club for extra credit. You had stood there, appalled, in your shirt decorated in tiny crescent moons, afraid of the love you had for this club being destroyed by a bunch of sport-happy popular kids.

That was an incorrect judgement that you came to regret; Connie was an angel dressed as a devil, with a love for the sound of flutes and clarinets and apparently, a new close friend of both Sasha and Mina, respective woodwind players. And then there was the situation of Eren Jaeger, who caught your eye across the room a few days later, standing behind the group of new friends with an air of awkward discomfort- he had smiled softly, his eyes drooping with a gentle gaze and he had asked for your name and your instrument.

The first time your heart fluttered for something other than music, it was when Eren called out to you as he left to go home and smiled around the words, “Catch you later, moony.”

Two months later, and Sasha, Mina and Connie had banded together to form an interesting trio, inseparable save the baseball field where Connie spent Monday, Thursday and Saturday evenings. It genuinely hadn’t bothered you the way you had expected it to, not when Eren was there to fill the space vacant once they had left. It was still intimidating to know him, be his friend, be the weirdo he hung around with sometimes both inside band club and out. 

At first, you hadn’t expected it to last- he was only here for extra credit, and it wasn’t like he actually cared about the club or you, and the way he stared at you with a soft fondness when you talked about your Dad and what you did the night prior was definitely part of your imagination, right? To your absolute surprise and honestly, relief, you had returned to band after a short holiday break from school, expecting to find that those same jocks had now left but instead they were still there, waiting for the rest, part of the club with pride. And, there was Eren again, with that smile that made your stomach do funny things.

Over here, Moony, he had said, patting the seat beside him. Once seated, he had shifted to stare at you and grinned softly, pulling a little strand of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. It’s okay, he said, you’re allowed to be surprised to see me. You’re too cute when you’re trying to pretend like you don’t care. I like your hair, by the way.

So, yeah. It was no surprise that one month after that date, Eren had pushed himself up against your locker at the end of the day and smiled at you, saying something you had both dreaded and dreamed of: “Do you wanna go out sometime?”

Love was still scary, even two months into your relationship with Eren. He was unlike anything and anybody you had ever met before; when you arrived at school everyday, he was always with his usual group of popular friends, girls with expensive hairdos and painted nails and guys with nice cars and bodies. But as soon as he spotted you hopping out of your Dad’s car, his eyes would light up and he’d pull himself away from his friends, bounding to you within seconds of you standing on your own two feet next to your Dad’s pulled up car.

He’d smile and press little kisses to your hair and the side of your face, holding you from behind, looking up to say good morning to your Dad, who, as he pulled away heading for work, couldn’t be happier at the revelation that you were happy, and that love now didn’t mean what it had before. It was more than arguments and anger. Love was Eren and music and your friends with more Eren on the side.

Sure, people would question why he’d pick you over everyone else, because truth be told, there was nothing special about you, or at least not to them. But to Eren, you were the girl who talked about music like a lover, and treated the world kindly and fairly. To him, you were everything, and more.

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen Whip It before.”

Presently, Eren sits on your bed pushed against the wall with an adoring smile on his face, a laugh leaving his mouth as you hastily pop open the DVD case and thrust it into the player.

“I haven’t seen a lot of movies,” Eren replies, leaning back to find comfort underneath your blankets.

It was a Friday evening, the sky outside bleeding out into vibrant pinks and deep purples, like bruises, nighttime approaching. Today would be the first time Eren has ever been allowed to stay around your house overnight; your Dad liked Eren, and thought he was what you needed and deserved, but he’s still a Dad, and he was hesitant. Eventually, after growing bored of the begging and hints, he just said yes to keep you quiet, sternly telling you that any ‘funny business’ would be heard through the walls and so, please, don’t do that. You didn’t think you were quite there yet with Eren, and he had never shown an interest in it. Sure, Eren would get touchy, risking a hand on your thigh or playfully holding your butt in a Sixteen Candles-esque fashion, and when you came to see him at games, his friends would definitely allude to it with sexual whimpers that were supposed to be you.

“Well, that will change!” you announce with glee, jumping back next to him. 

He doesn’t even wince when you accidentally kneel on his hand, instead he just moves his arm to wrap around you as you get comfortable next to him. Under the covers, he feels your toes brush against his legs and in his face, the marshmallow smell of your shampoo. Eren smiles to himself and presses his face into your hair and kisses your forehead afterwards, a cheek squished against the top of your head. In one hand, he holds the remote and in the other, strands of your hair you let him twirl around his fingers as he watches.

“You will love this movie.”

He smiles wider: “Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm. It’s cool,” you nod against his side. “You know, actually, the feeling- you know the feeling you get watching a movie, when it’s so good and it makes you feel all funny and sentimental? It actually…it actually kinda reminds me of you.”

“What, really?” Eren asks, sounding flattered and surprised. You shift up to look at him and he grins widely, quickly leaning to kiss you. “You’re so cute, baby. Cheesy, but cute. I’m sure I will love this movie.”

As the movie opening rolled onto the screen, Eren sat still to allow you time and space to wriggle into his body, getting comfortable around limbs and the soft wool of his jumper that you had worn a couple of times. 

This concept isn’t entirely foreign; he’s watched at least thirty movies with you since your first “date”, which had consisted of a cinema date due to his uncharacteristic nerves to talk to you. A tradition born from A Star is Born, which, actually, Eren thought would be a happy movie, thanks, not the monstrosity that made you both cry in the cinema lobby, through laughter and a sweet hug on the sofas waiting for your Dad to pick you both up.

Eren knows this movie- he hasn’t seen it, but he knows it; he knows Elliot Page is part of a roller-derby club and he also knows that you know it word-for-word, a content smile spreading over your lips as it begins to kick in. That’s one thing he loves about watching movies with you. Not the movie, but the way you’re enchanted by them- a smile for ones you love, a scowl for ones you end up hating, tears pooling in your eyes at ones that are funny or so bad that they become funny. 

He doesn’t know how long he’s looking at you and not the movie, because when he looks at you, time stops. In your hair, his finger gets lost in the strands and eventually unloops itself, his hand stroking instead before falling to your shoulder, his fingers ghosting down your arms and body up and down, absently as he pretends to watch the movie when you glance at him from the corner of your eye.

Like clockwork, he does this, living life in gasps as he looks at you and then back at the screen. As he sighs softly, Eren pauses as you sit yourself up and look back at him, a frown on your face. He sobers, looking at you with concern: “What’s up, baby?”

“Are you watching the movie?” you ask quietly. “If it’s boring, just tell me.”

“It’s not boring,” he promises shaking his head. “I’m watching it.”

“Doesn’t look like you’re watching it.”

He smiles, “Well, right now, neither are you. I am watching, I swear. Look- Elliot Page is in a roller derby club.”

Actually amused, you laugh. “You were absolutely not watching.”

“I was.”

“They haven't even joined the team yet,” you point out. When he stays silent, you look at him with a half-triumphant and half-amused smile. “You’re such a bad liar.”

“Okay, it’s not boring,” Eren says honestly. “I just-ugh, you’re so cute. I love all of your reactions- I can’t stop looking at you.”

With some reluctance you sink back down next to him, looking at him through your eyelashes: “really?”

“Baby, yes,” he laughs. Eren pulls you closer with the arm you lay back down on, his other free and brushing bits of your hair off your face before holding the side of it gently, a thumb on your cheekbone. “You’re so pretty. Makes me sick.”

“I really wanted you to watch this movie…”

“M’sorry,” he mutters through pouted lips. Somehow, somewhere, Eren has moved forward with his nose brushing against yours. He sighs through his nose and it tickles, “just like looking at you.”

Jimmy Fallon announces the Holy Rollers as Eren guides your lips towards his, the grand entree of the rival team missed and unnoticed and surprisingly, you don’t care. He has his hands in your hair and his head in your hands, and as he deepens the kiss you wrap your arms around his body, trying to get closer when there was no way to get closer. For a moment, the sound of the TV falls silent and all Eren can focus on is you, the only thing that ever matters to him.

Eren pulls away briefly, catching his breath and helping pull you up to a sitting position, level to himself. The movie continues to play, the pictures like a silent movie as Eren returns to kissing you, not even feeling guilty about interrupting a movie date with the impromptu make-out session. Quite frankly, it’s not as if you seem to care; you cling to him, desperate, his body flush against your own.

What Eren doesn’t say with words is more than conveyed through his movements. He is the perfect mixture between gentle and pleading, his touches like the tickle of feathers. If you were to open your eyes, you’d find his closed, eyelashes on his cheekbones. Eren shifts himself, rising so that he is taller in comparison as he tilts your head upwards, lips still on his own. It’s hard to breathe in the feeling of Eren’s lips moving roughly across your own, his hands cradling your face around your jaw, thumbs smoothing crescent moons into your skin.

Eren’s lips move away. His hands run from your face to your shoulders, making you shudder like a draught entered the room when he drags them down to your wrists, detaching to hold your waist. Your heart speeds up suddenly-is this going to take a turn?

As his hands slightly lock around you, you pry open one eye, looking at him. His eyes are still closed, lost in orbit, and his lips are puckered and large, shiny, wet. Something alien festers inside of your stomach, churning painfully, like tiny kisses on the inside, ticklish. You trust Eren, with everything, and so you inhale through your nose and close your eyes once again, clutching at his face with your hands as he presses his lips tighter, begging for more.

Eren’s left hand slips, brushing against your thigh and you wince with happy surprise, having not expected it. Eren laughs slightly, amused and with adoration, his lips now on the curve of your neck. Finally, like release, you limpen and let your body fall back onto the bed, your head missing the headboard by a few centimetres and now, Eren is above you. Right before your first sign of arousal can be ripped from your throat by Eren’s lips ghosting over what you think could be a sensitive spot, Eren shifts away. He leans over you still, but he’s not moving, breathing heavily. 

Confused, torn on whether or not to be concerned, you open your eyes and look at him, seeing with surprise that his gaze is on you, anyway. He smiles when you open your eyes, cocking his head to the side boyishly and with one hand holding up his weight, he uses the other to brush some hair out of your face. Eren kisses your forehead. Then he moves away.

For a moment, you’re not sure what to do.

You lie there, like a slice of ham. Eren is normal, pushing himself back onto his ass to sit comfortably on the bed, both of his hands settled on your legs and he sighs, as if content. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, Eren looks over with the shift of the bed and a frown settles on his brows, seeing the expression on your face.

“What’s up, babe?” he asks suddenly.

“I - Nothing,” you insist, not knowing what to say. It feels awkward. You tug at your sleeves. “It’s just.” Nothing.

Eren moves forward slightly. “What happened? Did…did I do something?”

You bite the inside of your lip. “No. I mean, I don’t know - ugh, it’s just…” Eren keeps his eyes on you, round and like bunny rabbits’. You sigh, it’s time to get the baggage out of the closet. “I don’t know, I just thought maybe we were doing something and then we weren’t doing anything and I just feel like…I don’t know. Maybe you don’t want me like that?”

Eren’s brows crease. “Like…? Like, what, you don’t think I want to do anything with you? Like sex?”

By now, you’re embarrassed, like you’re five and the “s” word is still something you’re not allowed to say.

“It’s stupid,” you reply. “Forget it.”

“No, no, no,” Eren protests, shaking his head and engulfing your hands with his own. “Baby…no. Look-” he sighs nervously, smiling. In fact, the exhale sounds shaky, breathless. “I want to. I do! Just, not now.”

Your heart thuds with the pause of silence.

“Trust me, I wanna do everything I can with you, but why rush it?” he shrugs. “You’re everything to me, everything and more. It’ll happen when it happens. Yeah?”

You nod with some reluctance. It makes sense, inside you’re actually buzzing with happiness. “Yeah.”

“Also, your Dad’s home. If we can hear him down there, he can hear us,” Eren adds, followed by an overly dramatic shudder for effect. It works- you smile, a laugh rippling out afterwards and Eren smiles too. “Ah,” he exhales, rubbing your arms now that you’re sitting up in his lap, “silly baby.”

“Shut up,” you mumble. “I was just…insecure, I guess.”

“I get that,” he nods. “Don’t need to be, though. I lo…like you anyway.” He strokes the side of your face, smiling, and then presses a fleeting kiss to your nose. A laugh rumbles in his throat when you scrunch your nose up. “Even when you get insecure, and even when you yell at me in band and when you refuse to sit by me at lunch. I still like you so, so, so much.”

“I don’t yell that much,” you protest weakly.

“I know.” Eren pulls you in for a hug, a kiss planted on top of your head. “You’re the best there is. Love that about you.”

(“No funny business?”

Eren holds you tightly to his chest, his legs up and entangled with your limbs as your Dad stands by the door. Half of his body is in and the other is out, a hand on the doorframe. The lights are off except for the string of lights around the room on their dullest setting, the television off with the red light on standby, and to your Dad, everything looks fine.

“No, sir,” Eren replies quietly.

Your Dad takes a second to look between Eren and yourself. If he doesn’t believe Eren he doesn’t make it obvious, something Eren is grateful for considering how unbelievably nervous he is underneath the blankets. You’re asleep on his lap, your face against his chest, and of course, your Dad isn’t about to yell loudly to wake you up. Instead, he accepts the given truth and sighs, smiling.

“Okay, then. You’re a good kid, Eren,” he says, after thinking long and hard about what to say when he climbed the stairs to go to bed. “You’re good for her.”

Eren’s heart leaps, thuddering. “Thank-you. She’s everything.”

“Yeah,” your Dad agrees. “Yeah, she is.”

Nothing is said for a little while and your Dad stills when Eren peers down at you. Something familiar about this scene. Your Dad looks away.

“Goodnight, sport,” your Dad says quietly, pulling the door to as he leaves. He doesn’t hear Eren reply, but he knows he does. That’s just the kind of kid Eren is. He knows.)

[doodle17]

HI IM SO EXCITED TO TELL YOU BAOUT MY AU

anyway so. ogm im so excited no one has cared aboyt tjis before

anyway so like. heehheehhehe its like a silly little au where instead of people being psychic theyre like fuckinf. musicians or something right so like. rag sees this like magazine series its like TRUE MUSICIAN MOMENTS and it showed salsa nine playing cello/piano and raz was like holy sh i t. me. me fr!!! he waddles up to his mommy and daddy like "me?" and augustus is like NO you will be an ACROBAT musicians are ANNOYING

rag teaches himself how 2 read music and then he breaks into the fuckinf

the fuckinf band camp that was advertised

and oleander is like "IF U DONT PLAY UR INSTRUMENTS AND DO IT WELL U BETTER DI E!!!!" and dogen is like WAHHH WAHHHHHand theres rumors of a monster thing.

anyway rag like pulls up and people are like WHAHHH WAHHHH

um im bad at. explaining things. im silly im silly im silly im silly

here da instrument list rhehehe

oleander - conductor/tuba (yesi know it floors him. sue me i think he'd need a stand.)

sasha 9 - cello/piano (piano main :smirking_cat: emoji)

milla - piano....

rag - cello (he needs to sit on books so it is not too big for his stupid short little body)

lili - flute or violin.... zanottos stringed instrument family....

benny - alto saxophone in particular. he has not changed the reed.

chloe - some tuned percussive instrument. misses her cue bc alien cool

clem - the big bass marching drum. early and too loud, always

chops - isnt this the silly goose that plays a drumset? i think he plays a drumset

crystal - standard b flat clarinet.

dogen - trumpet, tbh. he plays one note and it scares him a little bit

elka - standard b flat clarinet.

elton - my baby boy. trombone.

franke - flute. she thinks she's cooler than everyone else because she gets melody.

J.T. - gee tar

kitty - standard piccolo. i hate her. she deserves to have the out of tune instrument of all time

maloof - trombone :)

mikhail - percussioner of all time (not drumset though. more like the triangle or the slapsticks or something.)

milka - trombone with elton :0)

nils - standard b flat clarinet.

phoebe - DRUM!!!!!!!

quentin - piano :0)

vernon - CLARINET!!! part 1. he deserves melody :]

Oh I like this idea! I think the instruments actually fit the characters really well, and the premise itself is just really nifty

[absedarian]

If you’re making your first rock album, it definitely helps if your little black phone book has the numbers of some legends in it, I guess. The fact that they all agreed to accompany Dolly on this journey speaks for itself.

Here’s the track list with special guests - 30 tracks, almost 2 1/2 hours of music 🎵

Rockstar (special guest Richie Sambora)

World On Fire

Every Breath You Take (feat. Sting)

Open Arms (feat. Steve Perry)

Magic Man (feat. Ann Wilson with special guest Howard Leese)

Long As I Can See The Light (feat. John Fogerty)

Either Or (feat. Kid Rock)

I Want You Back (feat. Steven Tyler with special guest Warren Haynes)

What Has Rock And Roll Ever Done For You (feat. Stevie Nicks with special guest Waddy Wachtel)

Purple Rain

Baby, I Love Your Way (feat. Peter Frampton)

I Hate Myself For Loving You (feat. Joan Jett & The Blackhearts)

Night Moves (feat. Chris Stapleton)

Wrecking Ball (feat. Miley Cyrus)

(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction (feat. P!nk & Brandi Carlile)

Keep On Loving You (feat. Kevin Cronin)

Heart Of Glass (feat. Debbie Harry)

Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me (feat. Elton John)

Tried To Rock And Roll Me (feat. Melissa Etheridge)

Stairway To Heaven (feat. Lizzo & Sasha Flute)

We Are The Champions

Bygones (feat. Rob Halford with special guests Nikki Sixx & John 5)

My Blue Tears (feat. Simon Le Bon)

What’s Up? (feat. Linda Perry)

You’re No Good (feat. Emmylou Harris & Sheryl Crow)

Heartbreaker (feat. Pat Benatar & Neil Giraldo)

Bittersweet (feat. Michael McDonald)

I Dreamed About Elvis (feat. Ronnie McDowell with special guest The Jordanaires)

Let It Be (feat. Paul McCartney & Ringo Starr with special guests Peter Frampton & Mick Fleetwood)

Free Bird (feat. Ronnie Van Zant with special guests Gary Rossington, Artimus Pyle and The Artimus Pyle Band)