#I LOVE trumpets

[keets-writing-corner]

when I was in college my freshman year I actually couldn’t participate in most of freshman orientation week because I had marching band camp (mostly just intense preparation for the season where we do nothing but band from dawn to well past dusk for the entire week)

but there was one day of the week where marching band was going to start a little later so I could join with the freshman stuff in the morning a little bit before I had to go

I play trumpet

I’d been getting up at dawn literally the entire week, I was the first one up when the student guides/leaders where waiting for everyone. They saw I had a trumpet and were getting tired of waiting for the entire rest of the hallway of the dorms to come out

they asked me “hey can you play our fight song and wake everyone up?”

in high school I had the rep of being the loudest trumpet, and oftentimes brass in general

it

was

glorious

I don’t know who wrote this or why, but this writing is just *chef’s kiss*

**Editing to add: I now know that this was said by Lindy West in her book The Witches are Coming. Good to know! 

[suntails]

toot toot!

[stefisdoingthings]

he wants to quit his job (more. mooreeee)

[usertoxicyaoi]

"The south and north poles of a magnetic field repel each other when they are strong, and attract each other when they are at their weakest."

FIRST NOTE OF LOVE (2024). EPISODE THREE.

[myokk]

Sebastian Sallow's List of Priorities (in no particular order):

Figure out what the hell I'm going to do when I graduate;

Figure out how the hell I'm going to finish this bloody Charms essay before tomorrow; and

Figure out what the hell is going on between us

Sebastian sits in an undisturbed corner of the library - nobody ever comes to this table because it's tucked away between shelves of incredibly dense magical theory books - and is twirling his quill in his fingers, watching the ink splatter on the list he spent his precious time writing instead of the Charms essay he should be working on. He's far away from the first-years who like to congregate by the windows and watch the leaves fall softly to the ground rather than study for their classes. He's made especially sure that he is far, far away from her.

It's not his choice, mind you, but he needs to be a gentleman about these things. If she needs some time and space to figure out that she's as crazy for him as he is her, fine. But even Sebastian Sallow's patience runs thin, and he's not sure how much longer he can give her to come to her senses before he snaps and takes matters into his own hands. If things were up to him, the two of them would be sitting far too close together now in this secluded corner, and maybe he would need to put a hand over her mouth to ensure her complete silence as he runs a hand up her thigh.

Now that he knows what delicious sounds can come out of her mouth - sounds that he caused - he's been having a hard time concentrating on, well, anything. Sebastian surreptitiously glances across the library to where she's sitting and studying with his sister and Imelda. Ever since the events after their Divination class, Sir Cadogan has taken it upon himself to follow Sebastian around the halls of the castle, tripping through frames and disrupting their inhabitants as he lectures Sebastian on love. The tea party women had managed to convince the knight that he had disrupted an amorous exchange, and Sebastian fervently wishes they hadn't.

The whole school is abuzz with rumors about who it could be. Nobody has even come close so far with their guesses, but Anne and Imelda are having too much fun teasing him about it. Somehow, she has managed to avoid suspicion - he wonders how this is even possible, since she's never been able to hide what she's thinking. He makes eye contact with her - has she been staring at him this whole time? - and she flushes before looking over to Imelda, who's laughing too loudly at something Anne's just said. Sebastian can't tear his eyes away from her profile, his eyes following the curve of her eyebrow, the slight upturn of her lips as she smiles at her friends, her eyes as they dart back to him, her cheeks as she turns an even darker shade of red as she realizes he's still watching her. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, and rests her chin on her hand as she tries to look absorbed in what Anne is saying to her.

Sebastian wonders if she's thought about him as much as he's thought about her. Judging by how she had snogged him back, he's positive that she feels the same way, but then he remembers how she had looked at him before she fled, and he's not so sure. He sighs as he looks back to his list, bringing his quill back to the third item and ripping the paper as he crosses it out again. His mind has been going in circles since that moment and he doesn't know what to think. He slowly puts everything into his schoolbag before heading out of the library for yet another freezing cold shower that hopefully tempers his now-permanent state of arousal whenever she's around.

He doesn't notice her eyes following him as he walks out of the library.

He doesn't hear her hurried excuse to Anne and Imelda as she shoves her things into her bag and rushes to follow him.

He doesn't hear her light footsteps as she gets closer to him.

When she puts a hand out to touch his arm as he waits for the moving staircase to stop, with a soft, "Sebastian" accompanying it, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He was so absorbed with thoughts of her, that to see her standing at his side, closer than she had been since they kissed was almost his snapping point.

"Can we talk?" she asks, looking almost embarrassed as she avoids his eyes. She instead looks determinedly at his collar. He thinks she probably notices that he swallows nervously before acquiescing, but she says nothing as she turns and starts hurrying away from him without waiting to see if he follows her.

She must know that he would follow her anywhere at this point.

from my oneshot🫶🫶🫶

I just really wanted to draw these two idiots😭💘

[averytirednerd]

My favorite bit from “Loser, Baby” for sure. I know I’m not the only one. The way everything works together for these five seconds is absolutely magical tbh. I love this song so much <333

[theperksofbeingstupid]

little qsmp eggies my bf ( @dudeboring ) made for me!!!

[fizzlo-and-the-cubes]

Baby dragons and... baby... dragons?

Chayanne gets trapinch because of its insanely high attack stat (and is also the most likely to bite someone)

[inkwells-stuff]

Poor Skeptic, go find your burnt daddy issues man

[edwinisms]

it’s kinda funny to me that charles seems like this classic brit punk rocker and looking at him makes you think of like. the clash. sex pistols. etc. but really according to his pins and the time period he died in he was probably most frequently listening to fucking. ska

[kerran-sadassa-vuodessa]

Trumpet Jure!! (Ref by Vita Orehek)

[c00kietin]

Trumpet 💗💗

reference

[spaceinvadeeer]

ska-BLAM!!!

[sunnydayaoe]

Diddd some, birds art :)