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eskawrites · 1 year

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okay i’m officially obsessed with robin’s high school band experience (i say officially, i’ve been thinking about this for a while and now i’m finally caving and writing about it), so here are my Robin Buckley Band Geek(TM) headcanons for you to enjoy or ignore at your leisure

Robin is actually surprisingly into basketball. did you see her at that game? yeah, she’s there to shred the melody line on 25 or 6 to 4, but she’s also here cheer on/laugh at the Hawkins High team

you bet your ass she has had a crush on like half the girls’ basketball team btw

some of her first jabs at Steve were actually about some of his worst moments on the court. until she saw that those actually hit kind of hard, and then she laid off and started mocking his inability to talk to girls instead

once she and steve become friends, he’s actually surprised when she can keep up with his and lucas’s basketball chats. they ask her to practice with them exactly once, and it goes as terribly as you’d expect. but she still hangs out sometimes and gives lucas pointers when steve isn’t there

her favorite pep band song is Sweet Caroline. it just is.

sweeeet carolliiiiiiine. dun dun DUNNNNNNN

she is not supposed to be standing next to Vickie during Lucas’s game (seriously what even are their lines?? trombone trumpet clarinet? a random baritone row behind them? @ hawkins pep band wtf is going on here)

but she’s a senior and she can do what she wants

Vickie lets her, which is very cute imo

she has a vendetta with the percussion line

this is band kid law. you have to have a vendetta with either the percussion line or the trumpet section, and since she plays trumpet, she only has one option

she’s actually not bad at marching band. she has the discipline, she can think on her feet, she can focus on her steps and the angle of her trumpet and the set list and everything all at once with no issue. it takes her a while to stop stumbling over her feet freshman year, but once she has the fundamentals down, she’s absolutely fine

she took a french horn solo to state contest her junior year and actually ranked pretty high. but between the stress and the ptsd, she just didn’t have the motivation to do it again her senior year

it’s just as well. contest would’ve been after the events of spring break, and even if hawkins high had the resources to send a group of band and choir kids to contest after the “earthquake,” she definitely would’ve backed out

speaking of spring break, the first time she tries to play trumpet again after facing vecna hurts. that’s a lot of air to get through a throat that’s been nearly crushed by upside down vines. she fakes a lot of her playing for a few weeks, and by the time graduation rolls around, she’s mostly just going through the motions

it’s another thing the upside down has taken from her, and it makes her livid

Nancy absolutely understands why Robin is pulling away from band, but sometimes she thinks back on her vague memories of Robin in the bleachers--the crisp jacket, the clean white gloves, the sharp angle of her shoulders as she snaps her horn to attention--and she wishes she’d paid more attention to her back then

Will joins band his sophomore year! he wants to try something that’s just for him. he asks Robin for advice and she tells him how to get on the director’s good side as well as which kids to avoid. she also tells him that if he joins percussion she’ll never forgive him.

i think he’d play sax personally--lots of melody, great for solos, but also not the center of attention and really good at blending in

Robin finds herself going to a lot of hawkins high games during her gap year, which is completely unexpected but also a lot of fun. she and Steve sit in the stands and cheer Will and Lucas on in equal measure

(Will being there for all of Lucas’s games, too <3 it’s what he deservessss)

Robin’s parents are broke and she never ever spends any of her money on herself, so she doesn’t actually own any of the instruments she’s played. which means after high school, she has no access to any of it even if she wanted to keep playing

Nancy, Steve, and all the kids pitch in to get her a really nice trumpet a couple years after high school. we’re talking King brand, silk-lined case, the works. she cherishes that thing like it’s the fucking crown jewels

if/when Robin goes to college, she won’t join band but she’ll befriend a lot of the band kids. they’ll find out she used to play a couple different brass instruments and encourage her to pick it up again, even if it’s just in her free time

she does, and she joins some small groups--not class related, just having fun and performing with her friends

(steve goes to every single performance, even if it’s not even a show or anything. he’s been known to sit in on practices and grin at her with the proudest, dorkiest look on his face)

(Nancy also goes to every performance she can. she surprises Robin once, flying in at the last minute to go to one of her concerts. she shows up with a bouquet of flowers and it takes all of Robin’s willpower not to fall to her knees and propose right there)

#robin buckley #band headcanons! we as a fandom should talk more about band geek robin buckley #and by that i mean i as an individual am prepared to keep talking about band geek robin buckley #also some crumbs for #ronance #writing things #band geek robin my beloved

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serendipitouslyyyyyy · 6 months

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ok so around a year ago i came up with maybe the best marauders modern au ever and then i just like drifted from the fandom and never wrote it so now im offering it up for whoever may wish to use it. so basically it was about a high school music department and it worked so so well in my mind

so like the og marauders were solidly the jazz band kids. james played sax and got all the solos, sirius played drums, remus played bass (wolfstar rhythm section!!!), peter played the tuba, marlene played the trombone. they also were in like the normal band tho where sirius being a percussionist and having to learn like the xylophone is objectively funny. also mary played the clarinet in concert band and frank was the trumpet player that everyone looked up to.

remus also played bass in the orchestra, as did lily, but she's classically trained and doesn't do jazz band (they're still stand partner besties tho). regulus was 1st violin and really stressed about it and snape was 2nd violin because of course they're both orchestra kids and if course they have beef. pandora played the viola, but was also a soprano in choir.

dorcas was THE choir alto, alice was the senior soprano that everybody loves, and evan was that tenor that is a jock and nobody expected to join choir. barty was a tech crew kid, and of course evan does the school musical and rosekiller ensues

anyways i completely forgot this au was so fleshed out i have like even more about the minor characters that i haven't even put here if someone wants to write it please do because you know i never will

#marauders #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #lily evans #au idea #ask me if u want to know anything else abt it btw bc i had such detailed notes but just NEVER got around to writing #marauders fic

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 9 months

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Frank - a Malevolent fic

Arthur had promised a lot of things, and many hadn’t come true (protecting his daughter was only one).

This promise, he could keep.

Part of the Surrogate series.

AO3

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Arthur could not believe he was crooning.

He’d sworn off it. Sworn. Never again; he’d been absolutely certain.

But John had a way of manipulating things (though manipulate was not really the word), and somehow, when John discovered Arthur used to write music on Earth, he’d pushed and whined and wheedled until he had his way, and Arthur finally crooned.

(Definitely not manipulate. Honestly, it felt more like… giving John a little gift. Such a strange thought to have...)

And John was so enthusiastic, and so encouraging, and it was so rare these days for him to just be happy that Arthur kept crooning, and accidentally found himself singing a song he’d written and never shared with anyone at all.

Just friends, that’s all they say

Just friends, until the end of the day

Just friends, except in corners

Little secrets, little stories

Every look and touch

To think of what we had and won’t see again

Seems like pretending this isn’t an end

Just friends, that’s all we say

Just friends, until the end of the day

And if I never see you again, my friend

I’ll never forget

I’ll never forget those rosy sunset skies

Our fingers told a story our mouths never could

Just friends, until the end of the day

Just friends…

Goodbye.

Arthur swallowed, hands in the keys, and was surprised to find himself crying. Tears dripped off the end of his nose, and he lifted his shirt to wipe it all away.

Oh, Arthur, said John. It was so sad.

“I suppose it was. Gods, it’s been… twenty-eight years, maybe? I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to get… stupid about it.”

About what?

Arthur sighed. He ran a few chords, some middling arpeggios. “I… I guess I never did answer you. Not that you remember Vulgtmog.”

John was silent.

“Sorry,” said Arthur. “I know you hate those reminders of things you don’t have back yet.”

Okay. You promised you’d tell me. I’m still me. Your promise holds.

Arthur held a few soft chords, head down, thoughtful. “It’s a secret.”

John practically vibrated. I can keep a secret.

“I know.” Arthur sighed. “I did promise.” And maybe… fulfilling a promise forgotten would somehow help John recover. It was child-thinking, superstitious nonsense; but could it do harm?

It could not. Arthur made up his mind.

First, he did something he hadn’t done in John’s memory: he went to the door and locked it.

John was blessedly silent.

“I’ve never talked about this. Not even to Bella. I… didn’t want her to… find me disgusting, or…”

Disgusting? said John as though offended.

Arthur sighed. “ Before Bella. I met a clarinet player while I was in college.”

And perhaps it made sense that the music had been their first and perfect language.

Arthur was a composition major.

It meant studying a lot of music he didn’t want to, but some, he really liked. Fauré’s Pavane—the lyricality of it, the unworded mourning.

It was so… versatile. Originally for piano, it scaled all the way up to full orchestra and choir, but Arthur felt it was more intimate than that.

It felt like some soul’s cry—some incredible, precious wailing just above a whisper, wordlessly singing some ache he understood though he did not know why.

He was playing in the university chapel—somewhat illicitly, as no one was supposed to just practice in there—grieving through the song he understood in his very soul, when the melody came floating out of the darkness, a blue and surging tone.

Someone was playing a clarinet, somehow already tuned, playing and breathing along with his passion as if they’d been born making music together, and it grew as whoever did this came up the center aisle (like a bride), increasing as the piece did, growing in 4/4 sorrow, and by the time the clarinetist reached the stage, Arthur was openly crying.

They ended together and cut off at the same beat like they shared lungs, and Arthur stared at the young man who’d just echoed his heart’s cry.

The guy grinned. “I know a speakeasy,” he said in the raw accent of Boston.

What’s a speakeasy? said John.

“Uh. Alcohol was illegal for a while, so—”

Why? said John, understandably baffled.

“Religious hypocrisy,” said Arthur without hesitation.

Oh, said John as if he understood, but he couldn’t understand, because religion didn’t have hypocrites in his world. John knew cultists and enemies.

Arthur could pursue that. Vent his frustration. Bitch.

But that’s not what John asked for, and… he’d promised.

He’d promised.

He’d promised a lot of things, and many hadn’t come true (protecting his daughter was only one), but this one, he could keep.

“Speakeasies were little hidden places where you could still get alcohol,” he said. “I went to my first one with Frank.”

Frank.

Who’d had him laughing until he cried that first night, over stupid shit like an excellent parody of their philosophy professor, whom absolutely everyone hated, even the suck-ups.

“And so you see,” Frank had said with the worst French accent that ever existed, “this is why life is meaningless and you should just stick your dick in every water fountain you find.”

If Prof Louis hadn’t basically said that, it wouldn’t make sense. But he had. So.

Arthur enjoyed that evening more than any in his memory, and kept replaying it in his head through the night.

It turned out half their classes were shared, and with a little shuffling, they managed to sit together for all of them.

Frank was irreverent. Frank was a riot. Frank was very clearly not heterosexual, but in the same vein as William Haines—socially acceptable because he was handsome and entertaining, although…

Arthur was always aware of social stigma, being an orphan, being a child whose parents committed suicide (“Your mum and dad are in Hell” said the bullies in the orphanage that raised him), and he knew people looked at Frank funny when he wasn’t looking back.

Frank was charming, delightful, and very, very fey. His hand movements, his flamboyance, his manner of speaking…

His way of looking at other men, and fluttering his eyelashes, which meant absolutely nothing at first, but as they got closer…

As Arthur grew emotionally intimate with this man, those looks took on such meaning and such weight.

First, envy, as Frank turned those looks on men who were not him.

Then, heat, as Frank turned that look on him.

He’d always assumed people saying they wanted to touch someone sexually was just exaggerating. Nobody really wanted that. It was just expected. Right?

Until Frank.

Until Frank—

Until Frank.

And one night, 2am, working toward their juries—the mad final performing exams for music majors, played before a panel of judges—it happened.

Artur hadn’t seen it coming.

He should have. They’d been so close, leaning in, peering through lashes and heat and each other’s quickened breath. They’d both stood near with trousers tented and cheeks red, and—

And.

When Frank leaned in and kissed him it was as natural as breathing in air and breathing out air and pumping heart’s blood and laughing at jokes and making music and reading books and leaning on couches, and Arthur kissed him back and the world finally made sense.

They didn’t leave the practice rooms until 6am, and then just to shower before class. And Arthur was happy, and Arthur felt loved, and Arthur smiled like a fool all day long and shared looks with Frank over dissection of Rachmaninoff’s Rhapsody, and was already hard by the time they went to the practice rooms that night.

It wasn’t obvious, he told himself. Frank was just Frank, he told himself, and he, Arthur, was subtle, because to be anything else would open him to questions he’d never asked, like whether this made him a fairy.

He didn’t really care if it made him a fairy. Frank made him happy. Frank made him feel heard. Frank made him feel valid—not somehow less because of his family, or lack of religion (though Frank was Catholic), or political views.

Frank was home. The place he could lay his burdens down. And no one was surprised when they moved in together for their junior year.

Then the bad thing came down, like a hammer. Like an axe. And Arthur felt he should have known it would, all along.

He didn’t realize he’d gone quiet, playing the opening chords of Fauré’s Pavane over and over, as if caught in a trance, until John spoke.

What was the bad thing, Arthur? What was the bad thing?

And Arthur sighed. “Really… it could have been worse.”

It wasn’t like you were allowed to love someone of the same sex as you.

He didn’t know why. Religious bullshit, maybe, but that didn’t feel right. It felt more like… ensuring population numbers, or something equally, cruelty pragmatic. Whatever the reason, it wasn’t done, and though Arthur could blend in, be one of the boys, hang out without making waves, Frank… couldn’t.

He wasn’t wired that way. He stood out, pulled attention and kept it. And somehow, someone, somewhere, called his straight-laced parents.

Arthur never got to say goodbye.

He came home to their ratty apartment with their clothes in boxes and their dirt-caked windows, and found Frank gone.

There was a note, but not from him. A spidery handwriting, condemning Arthur for “leading their son astray,” a warning never to contact, a promise of a Naval future where Frank would be straightened out, and a thinly-veiled insult framed in pity that no one loved Arthur enough to provide the same “rescue” to him.

There was nothing he could do.

It would have been easier if Frank had died, hit by a train.

Instead, he was taken, out there but gone, never to be seen again, never to be kissed, never to laugh against the curve of Arthur’s throat like he did when a joke really got him.

Gone.

Arthur wept. And Arthur wept. He’d never had a lot of friends, and he had no family. Arthur wept, and he wept alone.

Four months later, he wrote Frank’s family once, just asking for any kind of update, just to know if Frank was okay.

They didn’t respond.

But six weeks later, someone sent him a vinyl record. The only address was Navy Yard, Mare Island, CA, but Arthur knew.

It was a 1918 recording of Fauré’s Pavane— one with full orchestra and choir, with lyrics, and Arthur had always preferred the instrumental version, but he understood this message because he understood Frank.

The choir sang:

And it is always the same, and will be like this forever!

We love! We hate! We curse their loves!

And so, farewell and good day to the tyrants of our hearts! And good day!

Arthur lost it.

It was the last time he let himself weep over this. Frank was going to be okay (there was no other option), and Arthur had to look out for himself now. He had to.

He dated women, and they were fine.

He met Bella, and he really, really liked her. Once again, as they grew emotionally closer, Arthur discovered desire, and she was easy to grow close to.

They hung out. They laughed and shared good moments. Sometimes, they even had sex, and Arthur didn’t hate it at all.

He liked her, so he liked being in her.

It wasn’t Frank, but maybe… that was okay.

They lived together for a long time, which destroyed any rumor against either of them, and it was good.

But then Bella got pregnant. (And Arthur didn’t blame her. He knew whose fault it was.)

But then Daniel got involved, and though the world could all ignore Arthur and Bella sharing a room (that “immorality” winked away because their bodies were different), they couldn’t ignore a baby.

So they got married.

And Bella got dead.

And Faroe…

Arthur couldn’t talk anymore.

He played notes, the staccato chords of A minor, E minor, C, and D, over and over, and stained his clothes with his tears.

And then he was playing with just one hand, because John’s was holding him, and gripping, and cupping his cheek, and wiping at tears, and Arthur turned his face to John’s palm and wept over Frank for the first time in almost thirty years.

He wept for Bella, too.

And for Faroe.

And for himself.

He couldn’t even say fair or unfair, with all of this. It just happened. It was. It couldn’t be un-was.

He’d lacked the courage to track Frank down and see if he was okay while in Arkham, and now, in another world, he couldn’t. Arthur expected he wasn’t okay. Bad things happened to people he loved.

That’s not what she said, John said, because Arthur had accidentally voiced that. You told me. You said.

He had. “She… she said,” he gasped.

She said, and she’s an Outer God, and that matters, said John.

“But if I try to forgive me,” Arthur said.

What? You said that like it means something. If then, what?

“Fuck,” Arthur whispered, and held John’s hand to his lips to kiss. “I don’t know why you keep pushing closer when you should be doing everything in your power to get away.”

John was quiet for a long moment. Now bury with the dead years conflicts dead / And with fresh days let all begin anew. / Why longer amid shrivelled leaf-drifts tread / When buds are swelling, flower-sheaths peeping through? He paused. Since love alone makes it worth while to live / Let all be now forgiven, and forgive.

“Alfred Austin?” Arthur hitched. “How did you… when did you ever hear that?”

You did, and it… seeped through. Arthur. Let it go. For love of… of Faroe. Of me, if you mean it. Let it go.

Arthur curled down over himself with a cry as though gutted, and stayed there, rocked with weeping, until his lungs were tight and his face was hot and his nose was a ball of clay.

John waited, holding him; occasionally reaching up to caress his lips, or wipe his cheeks, or brush his hair.

And then, almost suddenly, Arthur was done.

He felt like a terrace swept clean by a storm. Empty, wet, waiting, golden with reflected sun. His breath hitched because that would take time to stop, but that was just echoes of what had been.

He’d cried it out.

He’d let it out.

It still hurt. Deep wounds did. But whatever river in him had been dammed was dammed no more.

“I do mean it,” he whispered, the very air in his throat raw. “I do.”

So.

Arthur clutched John’s arm, trapping it across his chest like a bandolier. “I’ll… try.”

I love you.

Oh…

He shuddered, and his breath quickened again before he got it under control. “You shouldn’t.”

Too fucking bad. I do.

Arthur laughed, and it felt like maybe he never had before. “I love you, too. My fucking piece of a cruel god… mine.”

The slightest hesitation over that word (after all, John was the King in Yellow). Yes. Yours.

“I guess we go down this road together.” Arthur pressed the back of John’s hand to his lips and held it there, breathing.

Arthur?

“Yes?”

Would you play it for me? The Pavane. The whole thing. I want to hear it.

This was turning some corner Arthur couldn’t name, couldn’t describe the shape. This was important.

Arthur chose.

He played, soft and swelling, and somehow knew—before John’s voice rose, wordless, to follow that mourning melody—that John would sing.

And Arthur kept the lyrics to himself, and took the meaning in John’s voice, and it was right, all the way to the end.

Mocking demons!

Farewell and good days

To the tyrants of our hearts!

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Pavane, by Gabriel Fauré.

Just because it hurts, here’s a version with piano and clarinet.

#malevolent #malevolent au #surrogate series #surrogate fic #surrogate malevolent #arthur lester #angst #historical homophobia

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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Hi! i’m fairly new to your blog, but i love your fics (that i’ve read of course). I was wondering if you could write a poly lost boys (maybe with mike and star too??) with a super chaotic rocker boyfriend. I’m talking even more chaotic than Paul and Marko (if that’s even possible), and who can get into fights pretty easily. I hope that’s enough info (and not too much). Take care of yourself, ty!

Oh of course I can. I've always kinda admired extroverted people who have any musical talent at all. I mean I was in choir and I played the clarinet for a year in middle school but that's about it. I also know a little bit about glam rock/metal bands too so I'm kinda basing the reader in this story around what I know about that.

The lost boys, Michael and Star with a male rocker s/o

Warnings: Mentions of homophobia, violence and strong language

Over all the boys love your style and your attitude. You kinda have to be an extrovert to be a vampire in a way, so you fit right in. The way you dress is just a bonus.

I feel like the boys and Star first met you when they saw you performing on the boardwalk. Star, Paul and Marko where the first ones to really notice and get attatched to you in a way.

Star loved how you looked and the way you carried yourself on stage. Paul and Marko loved your energy and the fact you were singing Alice Cooper.

Michael and Dwayne were quickly pulled in too and David eventually opened his eyes to the possibility of turning you with them.

Paul and Marko would approch you after the show and start sweet talking you. They love your energy and would quickly get you to join them back at the cave.

David would still mess with you in the way he messed with Michael but would be surprised that you messed back with him. He'd do the "You're eating maggots" trick on you and you'd just smile and take another bite.

Star would start talking to you about where you got your clothes from and how long you've been playing music. I feel like Star knows how to play the flute and knows how to play a few notes and chords on the guitar too.

Dwayne would talk to you about your music taste along with Paul. The three of you could spend hours talking about bands and music and whatever else.

Michael and David would love taking you out on the board walk for fun little dates. Of course some asshole would have to say something homophobic about the three of you which would lead to you fighting them and David and Michael pulling you away.

I feel like only Marko and sometimes Paul would join you in fights but the other boys and Star would just try to pull you away and keep you out of trouble with everyone else.

#the lost boys #lost boys #poly lost boys x reader #poly lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x you #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader

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pencil-urchin · 1 year

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Doodle of my Mirialan OC, Iria. She's a scholar--Peofessor of Cultural Anthropology/Archaeology, with a minor in Art History: all centered on what she calls "The Culture of Warfare" and how it defines and shapes those cultures which engage in war.

She also put herself through school as an exotic dancer in a not-very-nice place, like you do.

(Hold on because I'm about to word vomit)

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She has a list of other skills and knowledges, but I don't want anyone crying "Mary Sue!" so a quick note:

All but a handful of her knowledge and abilities are skills I currently have or had at one point, and I promise I am not anyone's idea of a "Mary Sue."

These skills and achievements include:

-Multiple Advanced Degrees (I have an Associate's, a Bachelor's, and 3 Master's degrees)

-Art (I am a professional artist, and although I have a long way to go and a lot of room to improve, I have worked hard to get where I am, and obtained both an MA in Visual Development and an MFA in Concept Art in the process)

-Martial Arts (I stopped one test shy of a black belt when I was 17 because I started college)

-Fencing (I started fencing when I was 21, which is how I met my husband; we were both competitive until and somewhat during grad school, but now we mostly just coach)

-Music (clarinet and vocal primarily, then violin and piano for a short time)

-Writing (creative and academic, my second degree was in Literary Studies)

-Multilingual (I have studied Spanish, French, Latin, and Russian)

-Organization schemes/data analysis and curation (my first Masters was in Library Science, and I was a librarian for over ten years)

-Handling of rare/historic artifacts (I studied special collections, collection management, and rare books in my MLS)

-Cooking (my husband and I love cooking together)

-Fashion (as part of my MLS I worked in a designer and historic fashion archive)

-Metalwork (I have taken metalsmithing classes, worked as a jeweler's apprentice, and even got to try blacksmithing once upon a time)

-First Aid (through my first two years of grad school I was Healthcare Provider certified to offer assistance with CPR, use of a defibrillator, assisting with someone choking, etc)

-Emergency Response (for a while in my late teens, I participated in a program meant to prepare young adults for Firefighter I training, which included a rigorous exercise routine, specialized training in the use of emergency equipment, and learning the most basic foundations of Fire Science)

-Acting (listen I don't think I'm good, but I was in Improv as a kid, love to RP at the game table , and was even a mime once)

-Field Ecology (loved this class, caught so many snakes, frogs, turtles, and lizards: I do not do spiders or insects, and therefore neither do my characters)

Skills I ABSOLUTELY do not have that my OC has:

-social grace (I'm an awkward weirdo)

-physical grace (despite all I have done, I am so clumsy)

-beauty (I am a swamp witch without the swamp)

-confidence (see above)

-dancing (I did dance and drill team when I was in junior high, did swing choir in high school, did the "shimmy" belly dance workout, and took a pole-dance workout class once which was an absolute blast, but JFC I am NOT a dancer, I promise)

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I'm sure there's more, but you get the idea. A multifaceted character with a collection of experiences that seem disparate isn't different from what we are IRL when we break ourselves down into a list like this. In addition to all the positives, I'm also old (35), neurodivergent and mentally-Ill.

So yeah, not a "Mary Sue."

#art #digitalart #artist #concept artist #digital painting #original character #original art #oc #mirialan #star wars #multifaceted #not a mary sue #art by a woman

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princessmaybank · 3 months

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Hi! Congratulations on 1.5!!! sent something else for the celebration already but saw you post about warning a “💌 New Message”. I know you mentioned for us to state which character we would like it from but honestly I pretty much like them all the same (except I do like Pope just a little bit more) so either from Pope, or if you think I would for better with sometime else then I would definitely love that! (Also preferably the character being my established significant other (so like at least being together for like 6 ish months)). And even though I’m a really boring person, here it goes haha. I’m pretty shy and introverted when first meeting someone (and in public) but once I get to know and become closer to someone I am more extroverted around them, and more relaxed and carefree. I would describe myself as a very kind, honest, caring, and overall good person. I would also say I’m a romantic and love all that stuff that some people find cheesy. I unfortunately didn’t get the stereotypical high school love and have only had 2 “romances” (a few “dates” (I put in quotes because yes they were dates but no effort was made and were nothing like how I imagined/imagine dates should be) and kissed/made out but then said they didn’t want anything serious). I love both cats and dogs but after we put down our last dog a few years ago we (my family and I) decided just to have our cats (as my mom is getting older and didn’t want to deal with potty training and taking a dog on walks, especially when I am at college). I LOVE music I am listening to music pretty much all the time, exceptions being when I am working/ doing school stuff that I have to have my entire focus on (or obvious things like at a restaurant with family or friends, dr appointment, etc) although once I am sitting in the chair at the dentist after talking to the hygienist, I have it in my chart that I put my headphones in because I hate loud noises the noise, (and the taste, smells, noise all put together makes me freak out). I said I hate loud noises, however I love fireworks and concerts (I put earplugs in lmao). I am a basic white girl with most of my music taste (sue me okay!) and love Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Sabrina Carpenter, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, Halsey, Kelsea Ballerini, the glee cast seasons 1-3💀, 5 seconds of summer, one direction, however I do also love Evanescence and Halestorm. In middle and high school I was in band (played the clarinet) and choir for a few years but did not continue when teachers left and i didn’t get much joy from it anymore, but I still sing along to music I listen to. I am NOT into sports/don’t watch/play but when I was younger I was really interested in gymnastics and did it for four years until the price increased and I had to quit. However I love “swimming” (going in the water and relaxing/ moving around, not swimming laps or anything like that). This was all over the place and I feel like this was probably way too many details you don’t need/don’t help you but also possibly not enough info to write a letter :/ But anyways, hopefully it is good enough you can write something from it! Thank you and once again congratulations!!!

Thank you babe ❤️ I guess I'm a post office now because have a letter here from Pope for you! 😂

Hello Beautiful,

It's our 1 year anniversary and I am extremely sorry for not being able to be with you for it. I miss you so much and I can't wait to see you again. I think about you every day, all day long. Not a day goes by where you and your lovely smile don't cross my mind.

I know I told you I'd be away for a few more months but I have something to tell you. I'll be back to visit in a few weeks honey!

You've probably already seen them by now in the envelope, but in case you haven't looked, I got you a little something. I know how much you love Niall Horan, and I saw that he was on tour, so I made a few ends meet and I got us some tickets for his show near us. I'll be visiting that week. Can't wait to see my beautiful baby.

P.S. I know it's not as good as the tickets but I also sent a picture of me. I Love You.

Love,

Pope <3

#princess jade's 1.5k celebration #1.5k followers #outer banks #jj maybank #rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow x reader #obx fic #obx x reader #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #smut prompts #pope heyward

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jimothy-hopkins · 2 years

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Random Bully HCs idk man

Russel and Pete are very good friends.

Everyone thinks Dr. Slawter is a murderer. He most definitely is.

Thad is non-binary.

Bif has had two nose jobs thanks to boxing.

Bo and Mandy are dating because I said so and because it cute.

For Halloween I’d like to think Lefty pulled up as fancy Elvis Presley.

Pete went trick or treating with Russel when he had enough of Gary’s antics that night.

Davis has so much childhood trauma that he doesn’t even realize is trauma.

Tom and Ethan are very concerned for him.

The townies and punks would probably be best friends.

Dr Slawter has a degree in vet science.

For a lesson a colt (baby male horse) was brought in to be gelded. (Neutered)

He had Gary help him with that and had him hold the horse’s testicles and take a photo.

Yeah Gary was a little bit traumatized after that one.

Regardless he went out of his way to interrupt whatever class Pete and Jimmy were in to show them.

If he has to be mentally scarred so do they.

Trent can’t swim very well.

Johnny has shattered his pelvis. Twice.

Also broke his femur.

Broke his Pelvis from a fall and his femur was broken by a car in a freak accident.

Johnny to use a walker both times he broke his pelvis and got made fun of so much.

Derby is a big fan of sweets.

Beatrice collects animal bones to study.

Chester was a stray puppy Chad begged his parents to let him keep.

Kirby eventually joins the cheer team cause he found out that’s where it’s at.

He’s Bullworth’s first official male cheerleader and is VERY proud.

“It’s not gay! I’m literally picking up chicks!” -Kirby to his dad.

Wade absolutely kills it on the drums in band.

Earnest plays the clarinet and yes he gets called squidward.

Tom and Jerry actually do argue with one another a lot and will try to pull up on sight.

Constantinos and Ivan are besties,

Constantinos could be a jock. He sit at their table and everything but he just doesn’t bother initiating himself in.

He clowns Justin for being such a try hard.

Justin has a Disney Channel Original Movie way of showing his affection.

It’s so cringeworthy but you gotta let him do it for entertainment purposes.

Ivan has at least 10 missing assignments and homework that’s a week overdue.

Pedro follows Jimmy around like a little sibling.

He’s one of Jimmy’s favorite little kids.

Sheldon and Ted are cousins, their dads are brothers.

Many injuries/accidents occur in shop class.

Neil is like Farmer’s Insurance he knows a thing or two cause he’s seen a thing or two.

He’s trained in CPR and more than basic first aid.

Neil also teaches agriculture classes.

Mrs. Phillips does ceramics too.

Mrs. Peters is band, choir, theatre, orchestra, and show choir.

Burton and Hattrick are both fired thank god.

Dr. Watts teaches physics and astronomy.

Dr Slawter teaches biology, zoology, and human anatomy.

Galloway also helps with theatre and teaches creative writing.

Jimmy calls the hobo grandpa and they actually have a pretty nice friendship.

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14carrotghoul · 1 year

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get to know me

Thank you to @read-and-write- @suseagull04 and @heybuddy-drabbles for tagging me! These were fun questions!

Name: [redacted] but I don't mind Carrot as a shortening of my username!

Sign: Aquarius sun, Libra moon, Gemini rising 🌬🌬🌬

Time: 7:36 pm

Favorite band/artist: Historically, Gorillaz, Mitski, and St. Vincent. Recent-ish additions are Beyonce and Japanese Breakfast.

Last movie: The Lost City

Last show: Real Housewives of Salt Lake City or Sex Education (both in progress of watching the newest seasons)

When I created this blog: 2023. I have a 2012 blog w like 10 followers that I shan't reveal but I am a tumblr vet even if this blog is a baby!

Do I get asks: unsolicited no, but I do when I play ask games!

Average hours of sleep: 7??? but I have terrible sleep thanks to back pain and/or allergies womp womp

Instruments: Clarinet (haven't touched since 2014) and guitar (which I learned through church choir and Spanish-style guitar lessons in high school)

What I'm wearing: jeans, tee with famous composers that says "keep it classy", my fave orangeish red cardigan

Dream job: my fave job was tutoring students in calculus through my university and it was truly a dream tailoring the material to individual students one-on-one and seeing them succeed! If I could do this for a living I would bc it was so unstressful - all teaching, zero admin!

Tagging @cha-melodius @sherryvalli @myheartalivewrites @daisymae-12 and @tintagel-or-cockleshells!

#tag games #about me

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robertfripp · 4 months

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Ian McDonald about his time in the army (sent by his parents after experiencing troubles in school): "I joined as a junior bandsman. You can join when you're 15-and-a-half and then join a regiment when you're 17 or so. During this time you have lessons on the instruments of your choices. Mine was clarinet, although I had actually wanted to learn saxophone, but the recruiting officer suggested I play clarinet first and go on to learn sax if I wanted to. I didn't want to go but I more or less had my arm twisted into going."

"McDonald lost no time in forming a band with members of the Army and RAF doing R'n'B covers and playing gigs in the evening and at weekends. In 1963/1964, he attended the Royal Military School of Music and, after a posting in Northern Ireland, was despatched to British Guiana..."

"Despite [Ian Mcdonald's] isolation from the exciting musical developments, Ian's Army career did give him a broad-based musical education involving playing in cocktail jazz groups, wind quartets, male voice choirs, swing groups, and big bands. He also developed his compositional skills, writing and arranging several pieces in the big band/swing idiom."

From In the Court of King Crimson by Sid Smith

#ian's history is so interesting #ian mcdonald #king crimson #itcokc live read

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kaoharu · 4 months

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5, 1, + 4 for the recent ask game :]

ask game !!

YAYYY thank uu for the ask ^–^ !!

1. what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

hmhmm probably learning violin at 8ish, the d.gr r.p group i was in in 2019/20, and just covid in general. lmao ❓️ im not sure to be honest :looks out the window: wait also shoutout to the shitty mobile otoges i played when i was like. 11 i should not have played them but here we are /silly

4. what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

my mom consistently calls my flute a clarinet and then my sisters clarinet a flute to bug us, esp me tho bc shes a bit salty i didnt put my voice to use in choir ( but like silly she doesnt Actually care, she just likes my voice ) and so now its just a Thing we all do JJEKSJSNNS

5. what made you start your blog?

i was actually a writing blog at first !! but prior to that i had planned to open one of those ask <insert characters> blogs w a couple of my friends, however that fell thru when they had a falling out Lol.

#✧ letters !#✧ venus !

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thefairylights · 1 year

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15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

I have been tagged in this six times now. God, it’s so hard being so wanted~~~ lmaoooo @nalyra-dreaming @bayoubodycount @dreamofme9 @showmey0urfangs @lesfleursrouges @burstingbone thank you all for the tags.

1. Are you named after anyone?

My name is a combination of two names and my middle name is also someone in my family’s name. My father named me. I am glad. I love my name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Like an hour ago. I am in my feels.

3. Do you have kids?

No and I do not want them.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

What is sarcasm?

5. What sports do you play/have played?

I did track and field in school for two years. I was more into choir and band.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their eyes and their smile.

7. What's your eye color?

Hazel but like a weird shade of it. Sometimes it looks like my eyes are Cullen eyes Lmfao

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I do not like scary movies. But I also prefer sad/happy.

9. Any special talents?

Hmm. I can sing. I can still play the clarinet. I can hyperfixate incredibly too.

10. Where were you born?

Which life are we talking about? Current or past? 😘

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing. My gay vampire soap opera. Being a fool. Reading. Drinking coffee. Playing cozy games.

12. Do you have pets?

No! :(

13. How tall are you?

I am 5’6”.

14. Favorite subject in school?

English and creative writing.

15. Dream job?

I do not dream of work.

Tagging @amc-iwtv @lestatthelittlelion @lestatscunt @sheisraging @aryastark-valarmorghulis @virginiaisforvampires @blackgirlasis @alcassin @fablesdelightme @sylvieons

#ask game

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everyr0sehas1tsth0rns · 8 months

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Fuck it, TMA characters as choir kids!

Jon

Baritone (not a true bass, but who is in high school?)

Really pedantic about vowels and diction

Constantly correcting everyone else’s pronunciation

Will infodump about the history of Western vocal music at the slightest provocation

Latin opinion: very positive! Probably actually takes Latin, thinks it’s a beautiful language

Martin

Tenor, but neither hyperactive nor generally insufferable. This makes him a rarity

Has an entire tea set in his locker for vocal health reasons

Will give you a honey stick if you ask nicely

Writes his own music, but has never shown anyone any of it and probably never will

Latin opinion: neutral. He doesn’t hate it

Tim

Baritone, but comfortable in his higher register (occasional tenor)

Theater kid

Plays guitar

Latin opinion: negative. He prefers pop/musical theater.

Sasha

Soprano (a mezzo, usually) (idk, I don’t remember what original!Sasha sounded like)

Actually understands music theory (Jon appreciates this)

Also a band kid (plays the clarinet)

Latin opinion: positive. It’s not that hard, and she can appreciate the style.

Melanie

Alto (idk I feel like I’ve forgotten everyone’s voices)

Probably peer-pressured into joining

Gay theater kid

Can’t read music all that well, but she’s learning

Likes music production

Latin opinion: negative. She doesn’t see the point

Georgie

Soprano

Peer pressured Melanie into joining

Knows Melanie through her band

Budding arranger

Latin opinion: somewhat negative. It’s really hard to memorize…

Basira

Alto (but mezzo in SMA)

Not particularly serious about choir (has other things going on in her life, unlike some people…)

Plays a sport (probably hockey, hockey is brutal)

Latin opinion: neutral. She is a rare person who could take it or leave it

Daisy

Soprano

On the same sports team as Basira

Uses choir as a way to de-stress outside the pressure of school and sports

Surprisingly good voice

Misses a lot of rehearsals for games, etc.

Latin opinion: positive. It’s pretty hard, but she likes the music itself.

Gertrude

The director

Never seen outside of rehearsals

One of those teachers who never talks about their personal life

Has lots of rumors going around about her; some joking, some not so joking

Like Latin, you either love her or hate her

#tma #high school au #crack #sort of #choir kid #misc. tma characters #I’m realizing I don’t remember what anyone’s voices sound like…#speaking voice can be different than singing voice though so whatever #latin

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dustedmagazine · 1 year

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V/A — Red Hot and Ra: Nuclear War LP (Red Hot)

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Since its origins in 1989, the Red Hot Organization has created benefit compilations, enlisting famous performers, usually from the pop ranks, to sing standards from the Great American Songbook. Red Hot and Ra: Nuclear War LP has a different brief. Free jazz and adjacent artists use Sun Ra’s iconic riff on “Nuclear War” (“It’s a m—er f—er, don’t you know, If you push that button your a– gonna go!”) to engage politically and urge de-escalation.

Sun Ra was living near the Three Mile Island disaster site, and this is what spurred him to write “Nuclear War” in 1981. Those of us who came of age during or after the end of the Cold War thought that the fear of mutually assured destruction might be able to be successfully contained; even, eventually, abolished. As the recent invasion of Ukraine by Russia demonstrates, the specter of WMD, and concerns for the security of nuclear power plants, have returned to the forefront of our awareness.

Georgia Anne Muldrow, joined by trumpeter Josef Leimberg, begins the recording with a blues-inflected song that, while referencing the original, provides additional lyrics and loose-limbed riffing. It is a nice touch that the first track isn’t merely a straight cover of the original. In fact, all of the subsequent artists mine the source material for inspiration, but take the music in expansive, often surprising, directions.

Angel Bat Dawid contributes a three-movement, half-hour long suite that features her group the Cosmic Ensemble, a small instrumental cohort and a group of backing vocalists (“The Cosmic Choir”). While she also sings and plays keyboard, Dawid’s clarinet playing often takes center stage, with bent notes, sustained passages, and fluent soloing all performed with considerable facility. The Cosmic Choir appears in movements one and three, but it is in movement two, “Nuclear War!,” the most referential to the original, that their full-throated cries first rise to the fore. The final movement, “Kiss your a_ Goodbye”, continues to have the chorus chant unison melodies, only to break into harmony with a bright soprano solo. Dawid is at the piano, playing a soulful riff that urges on both vocalists and instrumentalists. Partway through, the texture returns to a cappella chorus, with one-on-a-part overlapping phrases. The ambience is mournful and ominous to the end, which seems altogether appropriate.

Malcolm Jiyane’s Tree-O, joined by Grandmaster CAP, performs “We’re Not Buying It.” The lyrics include the title as a call and response refrain, with verses about the oppressive nature of warfare and the dangers of WMD. There is strong support from the rhythm section, but plenty of room is left for Jiyane’s funk-tinged piano soloing and flute from Tubatsi Moloi.

To conclude the LP, Irreversible Entanglements, one of the best free jazz groups around, perform an extended version of the original. Camae Aweya (Moor Mother) provides intense vocals, saxophonist Keir Neuringer and trumpeter Aquiles Navarro play aggressive, angular solos, bassist Luke Stewart uses bow pressure to create scratchy melodies and drummer Tscheser Holmes supplies polyrhythms and muscular fills. The piece builds to a gale storm of activity, including trippy electronics, one worthy of the Arkestra yet in its own distinctive orbit. The group pulls back near the close, building up from forceful rhythm section playing to modal melodies in saxophone and trumpet. It seems to be a postcard from the maelstrom with which Irreversible Entanglements send off the music.

Over the next two years, Red Hot plans to release two more LPs related to Sun Ra. The multiverse awaits.

Christian Carey

#red hot and ra #nuclear war #red hot #christian carey #albumreview #dusted magazine #sun ra #angel bat dawid #irreversible entanglements #georgia anne muldrow #malcolm jijayne #jazz #tribute #benefit

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