#rosin bros

[cacaitos]

and it annoys me bc isidro is the one member of the new crew that has been the longest (puck aside) and yet somehow we've been through like 3 arcs and i still have no significant idea of what his arc or purpose or past or parallels to are supposed to be or go. also he's insufferable but if he at least had the latter i will give him more space (barely).

i do not like those kids!!!! idgaf abt them!!!!!

[movienized-com]

Stadig ikke død

Stadig ikke død (Serie 2023) #AlbertRosinHarson #MalaikaBerenthMosendane #AlvildaLyneborgLassen #SarahBoberg #RosaGantzler #ArthurValdemarvanBerckelaer Mehr auf:

Serie Jahr: 2023- Genre: Comedy / Drama Hauptrollen: Albert Rosin Harson, Malaika Berenth Mosendane, Alvilda Lyneborg Lassen, Sarah Boberg, Rosa Gantzler, Arthur Valdemar van Berckelaer, Laura Amalie Bülow, Laura Bro, Benjamin Kitter, Anna Haarup Munch, Arnor Brim Kjartansson, Jonas Schmidt, Clara Phillipson … Serienbeschreibung: Helga, eine nihilistische Frau, ist bereit, ihr Leben zu…

[aybeebz]

'Nother headcanon :B

They're dating💕

[rosinbros]

Rosin Bros wins Custom Built Home of the Year from HIA

Last weekend, we were honoured to win a major category at the HIA-CSR ACT & Southern NSW Housing Awards, beating a number of leading Canberra builders to take out the Custom Built Home of the Year award.

The award was for a home we built in Yarralumla last year, in conjunction with local award winning DNA Architects and Interior Designer Melinda Boag.

Our client approached us after deciding to downsize from their current property in Forrest, which was too large for their needs and had extensive gardens requiring excessive maintenance. It was also a double storey, and they knew they wanted to live in a home that was comfortable and accessible, with timeless finishes and plenty of natural light.

We began searching for the perfect block, and after a short time, one became available in Yarralumla that ticked all the boxes. It was on the high side of the street, on a large flat block, with a northern orientation to the side and no large regulated trees that could cause planning or shade issues.

After our client secured the block at auction, we began working with them on how to utilise the site most effectively to achieve the design they were after. We put them in touch with our friends at DNA Architects who did a fantastic job of capturing their requirements and developing the design, and Melinda Boag who helped them create an interior that exuded warmth, comfort and classic style.

We also used our 3D walkthrough software so the client could get a full understanding of what the house would look like when complete, and help them identify any potential issues and changes they wanted to make in advance.

In late 2015, we began asbestos removal and demolition, followed by construction. Our clients were kept up-to-date on the entire build using our online job portal Co-Construct and regular walkthroughs so they could watch the transformation take place.

The house was completed in early 2016 and the home owners were delighted with the finished product. Their new home features:

·         Accessible, open plan single storey living

·         3 bedrooms plus study

·         Two living areas

·         Covered outdoor area

·         High ceilings

·         High windows in the main living area to bring in the northern sun

·         Heated floors in the bathrooms

·         Timber flooring throughout

·         Double lock up garage with internal access

·         Natural building materials

·         High energy efficiency rating

·         Appliances from Miele and fittings from Hansgrohe

 We’re humbled to have received this acknowledgement from HIA and our community, recognising the hard work and collaborative effort that went into creating this beautiful and timeless home.

Want to chat with us about doing a knock down rebuild in your ideal suburb? Learn more about our build process, or call 6247 4799 to speak to Danny or Robert Rosin about your dream home.

[1-800-get-sherlocked]

OH MY GOSH AAJSLDFAJHAF OMG XD OK BUT YALL KNOW THAT JADE ROSIN THATS GREEN 

DOES IT NOT LOOK LIKE EXCELLENT CANDY THO,,,AND IT SMELLS GOOD BRO

the real forbidden snack

[goraturtle]

god seeing sticks of rosin like that brings me back 2 highschool and i feel the strong urge 2 smack a freshman for over-rosining their bow

[myonepiece]

Hope you're in the mood for some angst! Headcanons for Doflamingo, Rosinate (seperately), and maybe Law where their S/O get really sick and they later find out that their S/O has contracted the very same illness that killed their mother (for the bros) family (Law)

doflamingo, rosinante, law when their s/o catches the same disease that killed their mother/family

-his mother actually died because the donquixotes didn’t have anything to treat her seeing as they were living in a shack on a pile of garbage

-when you first get sick he won’t be too worried because he thinks it’s just a sickness

-but as he watches you more and notices all too familiar symptoms, he begins to think that maybe you don’t just have some random illness

-when he knows for sure that you have that specific disease he gets the best doctors in dressrosa (or just the best in general) and he has them treat you in your shared bedroom because he doesn’t want you to get up

-he’s kind of fighting with himself internally because on one hand he doesn’t want to be near you because it reminds him too much one of, if not the, worst times in his life

-but on the other hand he wants to spend as much time with you as he can just in case history repeats

-so he’ll stay in your room when the doctors are done, and sometimes when they are there so doffy can make sure everything is going okay

-but he also tends to stay away as much as he can, it really depends on how he’s feeling that day, he could be in the corner of the bedroom working or he disappeared in the morning and you have no idea where he is until late at night when he comes back to you sleeping

-he definitely sleeps in bed with you at night and he holds you close, he does have a few nightmares during the time, of you not making it and of his mother’s death/the conditions he was living in during his mother’s death

-his exterior however does not falter during your sickness, he stays serious the whole time with that familiar frown and creased brows, the smile isn’t there

-see doffy’s first paragraph if you haven’t 

-the second you show signs of any sickness rosi is always picking you up and running (stumbling) to the doctor 

-when rosi actually finds out the sickness he kind of retreats into himself and that happy cheery thing he has with you temporarily disappears 

-he cries multiple times throughout your sickness, but never in front of you. when he goes out to smoke a few tears might drop, or when you’re asleep in his arms he’ll try to muffle his cries so he doesn’t wake you, it’s just the whole thought of losing you 

-of course he tells the doctor to do whatever he needs to do for you to get better, he will have a room set up with the needed medical supplies and of course a bed

-he gets the best doctors to treat you. when they are working on you he’ll hold your hand the second you say so, but he’ll also reach for your hand if he’s nervous 

-unlike doffy, corazon wants to spend as much time with you as he can, only leaving to take a smoke break. speaking of smoking, he does it even more throught your sickness because he’s having stress, anxiety, ptsd

-when the doctors aren’t working on you rosi will sit in bed with you and have you rest your head on his lap while he strokes your hair 

-he refuses to leave the area (excluding smoke breaks but he just takes those right outside) for anything, he has food brought, supplies brought, things from home brought if you asked for something

-at night he always hold you close, with you snuggling into his side resting your head on his chest, and he always has to be holding your hand. he doesn’t sleep well though, maybe an hour or two at most because he’s afraid of what will happen if he falls asleep

-he doesn’t get his actual smile and cheer back unless he’s trying to cheer you up, otherwise he’s frowning the whole time and nervously tapping his foot

-first i wanna say i’m like 99% sure that he can cure your disease with his devil fruit, so i’m just going to say that he can

-law notices the second the first white spot appears and knows immediately what it is

-right away he tells the crew to go into a kind of “quarantine” or to just. stay away 

-he makes you lay down in bet right away before going straight to his office to find a cure. he doesn’t sleep or eat until he finds a way to cure you and he only takes breaks to go check on you

-in. the few short moments when he puts down his work and rubs the sleep out of his eyes, that’s 

-once he learns that he can cure you himself, he brings you to his office and sets up everything

-while he’s operating he acts more like a doctor than your boyfriend, he doesn’t take time to hold your hand or kiss your forehead or something like that, it’s all intensely focused eyes and quick precise careful movements 

-he works tirelessley without breaks for food, sleep, ect. until he knows for sure that you’re going to be okay

-then he’ll move you back toyour shared bedroom and set you up in bed with the the iv drips or anything like that that’s needed for your recovery

-he stand by your bedside frozen for awhile, just staring at you while zoning out, he’s doing a quick summary of the previous events, you have to ask him yourself to get in bed with you

-he’ll lay in bed with you silently, holding you tightly against him and keeping his lips pressed against your forehead. he still can’t sleep, and he won’t until you’re completely recovered 

[mediicusvitae]

List of marines that Lamy could get along with in her The Survived verse:

Koby (Good and precious, must be protected at all costs)

Dr. Vegapunk (”Thanks for not letting me die a horrible death I guess”, the weird uncle/sensei)

Sentomaru (Oldest survived friend, close cousin dynamics, disagreeing views on justice)

Tashigi (Fellow glasses wearer, certified nerd, 10/10 for saving the Punk Hazard children)

Isuka (Burn-scar buddies, bonded over their shared miserable pasts, similar views on justice)

Batholomew Kuma (Bible bros. Group scheming against the WG before his cover got blown and he was forced to turn into a full pacifista. Lamy was present at his modification surgery, helping Vegapunk to fulfill his secret last wish.)

Oscar Chulainn (No-meat-zone, similar views of justice, caring siblings, fluffy) 

Campbell Mads (Both either born to become or being forced to be a tool for the government they despise, a potential ally in the fight against a shared enemy)

X-Drake (”I’m so sorry Drake-san, I swear the allosaurus is just as cool as the tyrannosaurus”, North Blue nerds, disagreeing loyalties)

Deceased marines: Rosinate, Bell-mére, Jaguar D. Saul

Depending: Kuzan, Tsuru, Sengoku, Monkey D. Garp

Never: Sakazuki (need I say more?), Smoker (ice-cream eating pants, 0/10)

[noonborykedabory]

Mr. Men and Little Misses as vines Part 4

Mr. Stubborn: It’s a dinner rush and the restaurant’s full, but we want to be seated immediately. Mr. Grumpy: Done and done, let me pull the table outta my ass ---- Miss Bossy: WHAT ARE THOSE?! Miss Sunshine: Miss Bossy: Miss Sunshine: Gummy bears? ---- Miss Helpful (drunk and wrapped in a blanket): WHAT ARE YOU DOING? aAAAAAA....AAAAAAAAA ---- Miss Sunshine: Hey, say “who want lasagna?” Miss Whoops: Who want lasa-(hits hip on table and falls) ---- Mr. Rude: These waffles are disgusting Mr. Grumpy: They’re gluten-free Mr. Rude: What the heck is gluten? ---- Mr. Scatterbrain: Hey, do you think Harry Potter was based on a true story? Mr. Grumpy: No, but I think whatever condition you have is getting worse ---- Mr. Lazy (teaching): Today, I’m bringing back naptime. Miss Bossy: But we have a test. Mr. Lazy (throwing a blanket over her): No, naptime Mr. Bump: What about our homework? Mr. Lazy (covering him with a blanket): Shh, naptime Miss Sunshine: But- Mr. Lazy: NAPTIME!!! ---- Mr. Scatterbrain (playing with his cat) Well hello, Mr. Kitty. Can I pet ze kitty- (cat runs away) Mr. Scatterbrain (chasing the cat): Kitty, where’s ya going- (cat continues running) Mr. Scatterbrain: Kitty, come back here, Mr. Kitty, Kitty, where’s you gOING- ---- Mr. Bump: Hey, what are you listening to? Mr. Scatterbrain: It’s really indie, you’ve probably never heard of it Mr. Bump: Can you play it? Mr. Scatterbrain: (plays iCarly theme) ---- Mr. Happy (drunk, sitting in the car): Look at that f*ckin corn field, boy, that’s a nice corn field, tell you that, I already know Mr. Happy (walking through the corn field): This is a nice corn field ---- Miss Helpful (in a video chat): My favourite screamo band is probably Big Time Rush Miss Calamity: oh my god ---- Mr. Fussy (drunk, yelling at Mr. Messy): LISTEN, I DON’T EVEN LIKE MAYONNAISE, ON MY HOTDOG- ---- Miss Bossy: So we’re all here, stuck at Mickey D’s, cause of that thunderst- (thunder booms) Miss Bossy: aAAAAA- ---- Mr. Rude: Hello, everyone. Bill Nye is out on vacation, I am Bill Nein. Mr. Quiet: can i use the bathroom Mr. Rude: NEIN- ---- Mr. Grumpy: Go ahead and introduce yourself Mr. Nervous: My name is Mr. Nervous with a B, and I’ve been afraid of insects my whole life Mr. Grumpy: Stop stop stop, where? Mr. Nervous: Hmm? Mr. Grumpy: Where’s the B? Mr. Nervous: tHeRe’S a bEe?! ---- Miss Naughty: (dancing to loud dubstep) Miss Bossy (standing in the doorway with a laundry basket): What? Stop- ---- Mr. Happy: (juggling bowling pins) Mr. Scatterbrain: Dude, why is that guy so good at bowling? ---- Mr. Bump: Have you see my phone? Miss Helpful: I’ll call it Mr. Bump: No, that’s alright, I’ll- (Ke$ha’s “Tik Tok” starts playing) ---- Mr. Happy: Oh no, I hope I don’t fall! (laughs while falling down the stairs) ---- Miss Whoops: I’m just cooking pizza (hits Mr. Bump with the tray) ---- Mr. Scatterbrain: I want to see my little boy Mr. Happy (holding his cat): Here he comes Mr. Scatterbrain: I want to see my little boy ---- Mr. Happy: Kermit, what are you doing? Mr. Tickle (holding a Kermit doll): I’m dancing, bro! (dances) ---- (Mr. Messy, Mr. Scatterbrain, and Mr. Funny dicking around in a public bathroom) Mr. Funny: (hanging off a stall door) Mr. Scatterbrain: Iroh! Scooby dooby doo! Mr. Funny: (breaks the door and falls) ---- Mr. Nervous: You know that feeling when you’re running for your life? (starts running) ---- Mr. Grumpy: Please stand for the pledge of allegiance Miss Bossy: Mr. Bump! Mr. Bump: (has a broken leg; can’t stand up) Miss Bossy: So disrespectful ---- Mr. Scatterbrain: (plays violin without properly rosining his bow) Violin: (S Q U E A K) ---- Miss Sunshine: Taking out the back, I will be your loooooove Mr. Bump: My sugar’s going low, can I get some snaaaaacks ---- Mr. Scatterbrain: New Year’s Eve, New Year’s Me. (throws cheese at his cat) ---- Miss Curious: Is this really how you spell your name? Mr. Grumpy: S. ...S. (Miss Curious holds up paper reading “BADASS”) ---- Miss Sunshine: Bring the beat in! Mr. Happy (running in with a beet): Anything for you, Miss Sunshine!

[thatsareallybigguitar]

-take it out of the plastic

-peel back the paper

-run it along ur bow real fast

(sometimes it doesn’t stick well especially if u don’t have a dent going so like.. breathe on it to make it soft)

I might just be uncultured but how the fuck do you put this on your bow

update: I don't think you understand -- I don't know how to get it on my bow like y'all it's so weird I've never used this brand of rosin has anybody used pop's before

[lemonerix]

Anthem of the Heart and Mind

Day 2: Crush or Pining/ Soulmate AU

Word count: 4152

[Warning: slight cursing ahead]

Soulmates aren’t unheard of in our world, but are very rare. There are many ways that two destined souls find each other, some ways are unique and strange, while others are simple. You could have a red string tied to your finger that would lead you to your soulmate. You could have the first thing they say to you written on your wrist. Some people even have watches that countdown to the moment they meet their soulmate. But having a someone meant for you makes your life a bit harder. You would have a lot on your mind, you would constantly think about them, wonder what they are like and wonder if they would like the kind of person you are. That kinda sucks, but it would be worth it when you finally meet “the one”.

Finding your soulmate also requires time and chance. There are some who find their soulmate a little bit too late and end up living the rest of their life with regret. There are some who aren’t just that lucky and miss each other before they could even have the chance to meet. That’s what scares me. I worry that I might’ve missed the chance to meet “the one” for me, or that I’m too late to find them. I overthink too much, I know. It’s one of my annoying quirks that hopefully my soulmate would tolerate.

This leads us to why I’m talking about soulmates and destiny. A month ago, I began hearing a melody. It wasn’t too loud to be distracting, but it was loud enough for me to hear it like a song being played a few rooms away. The tune was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, it was melancholic and longing, yet loving and hopeful. At first, I thought that I was going insane, but after consulting my friends and discussing about it in internet forums, I concluded that this might be how I meet my soulmate. I followed an anonymous advice on the web and wrote down the melody I heard; it was probably the best advice I got. But there was one problem, the song wasn’t complete. The melody in my head played in an endless loop and I was itching to hear the end.

.

Students were already heading to their first periods when I arrived at school. I headed to my locker to get a few things that I needed for my class. Gilbert was waiting for me by my locker, he gave me a small wave as I approached him. “Dude, don’t you have class right now?” I asked him. “We don’t have Home Economics today, after the incident with Kirkland yesterday.” He told me.

In our school, the Seniors begin their classes an hour earlier before the lower grades. Gilbert was a year older than me (I was in Junior year), he became a close friend of mine when I joined the Classical Music club in our school in my 7th year. I raised an eyebrow as I closed my locker and asked, “What happened yesterday?” Gilbert hummed before answering me, “Remember the exchange student I told you about, like a month ago?” I nodded, motioning for him to continue, “Well, that guy is definitely not gifted with culinary skill. Can’t cook for shit and can burn water for some reason. This wasn’t the first time he set something on fire, but it was the first time he blew something up. I can’t believe that he wasn’t expelled for it!” my friend laughed. “That guy must be a riot, huh?” I chuckled, seeing Gilbert’s delight as he reminisced the events of yesterday, “Heh, not really. Oh yeah, remember the text I sent ya earlier? Mr. Edelstein is going to introduce us to a new club member.” He told me.

“Oh yeah, I remember that. It’s rare for him to handpick students to join the orchestra. That guy’s standards are super high.” I remarked, Gilbert nodded in response. A smirk formed in his face, “Don’t you have somewhere else to be, kid?” I blinked for a moment, trying to figure out why he asked me that question. I felt my blood run cold when I realized I was late for class, I swore and sped down the hallway.

“Language, and no running in the halls, Alfred!” Gilbert cackled behind me as I hurried to my first period.

.

The day was very exhausting, all I wanted to do was flop on my bed and play video games all weekend. Unfortunately, the Classical Music club just had to ruin my weekend plans. I entered the club room and greeted my club-mates. Gilbert waved at me and frantically pointed to the seat beside him. I only rolled my eyes as I walked towards my friend, I bumped his fist as a greeting before the two of us engaged in a conversation. “Who do you think the newbie is?” I asked him, he only shrugged. The room was noisy with the conversations of students, we talked and laughed and joked.

“I heard that the new member is a prodigy.” I overheard someone say, “It seems like Gilbert is going to have some competition.” Another giggled. If Gilbert heard this, he didn’t show it. I know how egotistical he is (very much like me) and how he is very protective of his pride. All my years in the Classical Music club, I learned that Gilbert was the only prodigy that Mr. Edelstein introduced since the formation of the club. He could play the flute like some kind of flute god. He’s so good with the instrument that sometimes I don’t even believe that he’s actually human, maybe that’s why I looked up to the guy.

The whole room hushed when Mr. Edelstein walked into the room. We all straightened in our seats and listened to what he had to say. The man cleared his throat, “I guess you all know why you are called so suddenly out of the blue. I’m here to introduce a new member of the club,” he turned and gestured at the open door, “come now, don’t be shy.” All our heads craned to the door, where a young man walked in carrying a violin case. Something inside of me shifted when I laid my eyes on him, I watched him as he walked across the room. His hair yellow like butter, his skin was pale like porcelain, and his doll-like features took me aback for some reason. But his eyes struck me the most, they were like glittering peridots as they swept through the crowd, momentarily landing on me before returning their gaze on the floor.

I looked over at Gilbert and saw that his jaw was slack, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I probably had the same expression on my face, but I was more enchanted than surprised.

“My name is Arthur Kirkland, I’m an exchange student from England. I hope we can all be friends.” He said formally. “Now that you have properly introduced yourself Arthur, why don’t you show us what you can do?” our teacher clasped his hands together and nodded at the boy. Arthur pulled out his violin, he tightened his bow and applied rosin on it before he began playing an excerpt of Vivaldi’s Winter. Everyone in the room were silenced in awe as we watched him play, his fingers moving gracefully on the instrument, hitting every note with perfection. But there was something else with him that I alone noticed. The little changes of expression on his face as he played, the way his body moved with the melody, and the way he played reminded me of something at the tip of my tongue. The song in my head gradually grew louder as I saw Arthur’s performance, but I paid no attention to it. All I saw was Arthur, and all I heard was the singing strings of his violin. I was ensnared by the music that I didn’t even notice that he was finished, no one made a sound as he bowed.

“HOLY SHIT, KIRKLAND?! YOU PLAY THE VIOLIN?!” Gilbert shot up beside me, grinning from ear to ear. Arthur’s face flushed, Mr. Edelstein glared at Gilbert and told him to sit down. Everyone in the room cheered and applauded for the new member, Mr. Edelstein roused everyone in the room and told us to sit in our respective groups. We were going to rehearse our newest piece; it was a piano concerto that Mozart composed, but I didn’t bother to remember the name of the piece. I was the only one who played the piano in the orchestra, so I had the most important role to play.

I made my way to the piano, humming a melody to myself. The room was filled with the sounds of instruments being tuned and students warming up. I cracked my knuckles and did some warm up exercises on the piano, making sure that I have my music sheet ready, and went over the measures that I needed to practice. In the middle of that cacophony of music, Mr. Edelstein hushed everyone in the room. I noticed that Arthur was standing by the chalkboard, observing the orchestra before him. Our maestro made us play the do-re-mi routine as warm up before we play the piece. He gave us the signal to stop, then he began to move his arms.

The winds and brass played the intro softly, gradually growing louder and faster. The strings followed, providing the counter melody of the winds and brass. When my part finally came up, I let the music lead me. My hands pressed the familiar keys as the tune I had practiced hundreds of times filled my ears. I couldn’t help but be seized by the music, a small grin tugged at my lips while the orchestra backed up my melody. I realized that we were almost at the end, so I had to look up at Mr. Edelstein to make sure I don’t miss the signal. I couldn’t help but steal a glance at the boy standing by the board. He regarded me with some kind of respect, before I returned my gaze at the conductor, narrowly missing the signal to stop. I accidentally hit a wrong key just as the song ended, and immediately everyone groaned at me. “Are you fucking kidding me, bro?” Gilbert raised his hands exasperatedly. “Mr. Beilschmidt! Another peep from you and I won’t hesitate to give you detention.” Mr. Edelstein warned the young man. I heard him stifle his laughter before clearing his throat and (not sincerely) apologizing to the older man. Our teacher only rolled his eyes and praised us for the job well done, and told us to practice over the weekend.

.

Mr. Edelstein made Gilbert stay behind and clean the room as punishment for his behavior earlier. I felt a little bad for him so I stayed behind and waited for him to finish cleaning.

“Sucks to be you, man.” I laughed, he glared at me and threw a broom at my general direction, making me laugh even more. “Mr. Edelstein is lucky that I like cleaning, but fuck him for ruining my plans for the weekend! Antonio and Francis probably hung out without me!” Gilbert groaned as he stacked the last of the chairs in the room and pushed them to the side. He then moved on to the music stands, folding them and placing them in their bags. “Does he even understand what we even go through? The stress we have to deal with? The deadlines we have to meet? Did he not go through high school himself?” He ranted. I was being a jerk by laughing, it wasn’t my fault that he sounds ridiculous while doing it. He glared at me and crossed his arms, “What’s so funny?” he asked irritated. I calmed myself down and told him that it was nothing. Gilbert only rolled his eyes and went back to his duty.

When he finally finished with cleaning up, I remembered something I meant to ask Gilbert earlier. “Oh yeah, I just remembered!” I rummaged through my bag and found the folder I was looking for. My friend’s eyebrow was arched as I showed him the composition I was working on, “What’s that?” he pointed at the folder. “Remember about the stuff I said about soulmates and junk last month? I decided to write it down, but I don’t know how it ends.” I showed him the contents of the folder. His ruby eyes skimmed through the pages, then he looked at me, “So you want me to finish it?”

“What? No! I just want some advice, dude. This is my soulmate we’re talking about. You can’t finish it for me.”

“Advice, huh?” Gilbert tapped his chin thoughtfully, “My advice is that you play it. Your soulmate might hear the song and the two of you could finally meet each other.”

I blinked, I never thought of actually playing it. Just more proof of how stupid I can be. “Oh my god, why haven’t I thought of that?” I grumbled to myself. Gilbert let out a boisterous laugh, “No need to thank me, Alfred, my boy. I am a genius, after all.” He ruffled my hair, making me grin. He can be an egotistical asshole sometimes, but Gilbert is like an older brother I’ve never had. Just another reason why I looked up to him.

I waved goodbye to Gilbert as we parted ways at the school gate, he waved to me before running to his two friends, planning to get into trouble once again. I headed the opposite direction, humming to myself. Dusk was near, the streetlights had already turned on and I couldn’t help but slow my pace and enjoy my walk home. The little town I was in wasn’t much, but it had so many things about it that made it charming, I realized that most of the time, I didn’t even appreciate its peaceful atmosphere.

Then something broke the quiet evening.

A singing violin echoed through the dusk, I stopped in my tracks and felt my heart leap inside my chest. I immediately whipped my head upwards as the familiar melody filled my ears. There, by a window on the third floor of the apartment, was Arthur. Playing his instrument with such grace, I felt compelled to go up the metal staircase on the side of the building to get closer to him. The music he played was almost like the melody in my head, but his song was brash and fast, it was an upbeat and wilder version of the melody I kept hearing. Then the music stopped, I saw him peering outside of the window and glance below. I panicked, if he sees me here, he’d think I’m a creep! I scrambled away from the building and down the street, hoping that he didn’t see me running away like a madman.

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The year passed by so quickly, and before I knew it, classes were about to end. We were going to have a year-end recital, and a farewell party for our club seniors. The past several months, Arthur and I became acquaintances, then walk-home buddies, then friends (thanks to Gilbert). I also had a growing suspicion that there was a chance Arthur was my soulmate. Gilbert, my ever-loving friend, noticed that I was crushing hard on the Brit, and kept on finding ways to get me and Arthur together. At first, I tried to deny it, but in the end, I had no control over destiny. If he was meant to be with me, then he was. Not that I had any complaints. I also noticed that he had grew a liking to me, because he treated me a little bit differently than other people. In short, he’s just nicer to me. I also enjoyed the little things I noticed about him, and the small things that he would do for me. Fuck, I might be falling for him. Fuck that, I fell for him the moment he played in front of me.

“Alright! We’re going to wrap up the show with…Arthur and Alfred’s duet!” Mr. Edelstein shouted in the noisy backstage, he pointed to the two of us and gestured at us to get ready. I fixed my hair and straightened my bow tie, “Hey Artie, we’re up next!” I reminded him. “I know that, and stop calling me Artie!” he yelled at me, then he muttered something about the noisy room while he was trying to tune his violin. “Al, Arthur, side of the stage, right now!” I heard Gilbert shout over the noise. I walked towards the Brit and told him that we were up. He sighed and reluctantly followed me to the side of the stage.

We made it just in time as the school’s Glee club finished their song, the choir bowed and exited through the other side of the stage. “Hey, your bow’s a bit crooked.” Arthur said as he straightened my bow tie for me. I thanked him, he replied with a soft smile before we were pushed up the stage to perform. The audience clapped as we made our entrance and bowed. I sat by the piano, hands hovering slightly over the keys and Arthur stood beside me, already poised to play. The whole auditorium fell silent, I breathed in and out lightly, clearing my head from distractions. Then, I began to play.

Arthur soon followed, and the music from the two instruments joined to form a beautiful song that echoed throughout the building. It was perfect, it sounded like the two instruments were made for each other. The violin leads the piano’s melody, while the piano guided the violin’s rhythm and tempo. I let the music flood my senses, my hands were flying over the keys, like how Arthur’s fingers flew on the strings. We locked eyes and gave each other a knowing smile as we did the finale of the song.

The auditorium exploded with claps and cheers as we bowed once again and got off the stage. We were jumping like little kids on Halloween when we were off, “Holy shit dude, you were amazing out there!” I grinned at him. Arthur laughed, “No, the whole performance was brilliant because of you!” he and I continued to gush and praise each other for a job well done when someone interrupted us, “Alright, sorry for interrupting you two lovebirds, head over to the other side of the stage. We’re gonna do the closing remarks.” Gilbert told us nonchalantly and left without another word. I felt my ears grow warm when he called us “lovebirds”, he can be a good friend sometimes, but he’s a total jerk at the moment. Arthur cleared his throat, “We should go.” He said, I nodded in agreement and the two of us went through the backstage.  

We did the closing remarks, everyone who performed got to bow on the stage as pictures were taken and farewells were said as the night grew deeper. Mr. Edelstein told us to stay behind for a little while, because the farewell party was about to begin. Most of the younger students and a few older students left early, because they didn’t want their parents to worry or were too tired to party. I decided to stay behind, because I wanted to see Gilbert and Arthur off before they leave high school. I was gonna miss Gilbert big time, he was like some kind of parent-figure I had in school, and he taught me more than I could ever let on.

The farewell party was to be held in the auditorium, a few rows of the plastic chairs were moved to the side to make room for the dance floor and for the snack table. The seniors have already begun to make the most of the night. Several of them were dancing to the music roaring from the speakers, a few were standing on the side chatting with each other, while others were just enjoying the music, snacks and punch. I decided that I won’t dance that night, because I had one final thing to do before the seniors leave. I made my way back to the stage, where the piano was still set up. Arthur must’ve saw me walk to the stage, because when I got there, he was right behind me. “Hey, why aren’t you over there dancing on the dance floor?” He asked. “I’m a little worn out to dance tonight. Besides, I was just grabbing something from the backstage.” I told him. He asked me if he could come with and I just nodded, I wanted for him to come with me after all.

After I spotted my bag, I took out the folder containing the unfinished composition. “What’s that?” Arthur asked me, “It’s something I’ve been working on. It’s not finished yet, but I want you to listen to it and give me advice on how I should finish it.” He took the folder from my hand and studied the notes carefully. His eyes widened momentarily before he asked me to play it.

We went to the stage where the piano was at, I sat on the seat and placed the notes on the piano. Arthur watched me carefully, as if he was expecting something brilliant to happen. My heart was now racing, it was now or never. I played the first measure slowly, then gradually went faster as I progressed. The melody was no longer looping in my head, but was surrounding me. I could feel it touch my skin, I could almost taste the sweetness and bitterness the music had. It was just a sensation too ineffable to describe. Then, I stopped. That was where the song ended abruptly. I turned to Arthur to ask what he thought about the song, only to find him with tears brimming in his eyes. I opened my mouth to say something before he grabbed my arm and pulled me backstage.

He engulfed me in a hug as he sobbed into my shoulder. I was shocked and confused, I stood still as he continued to cry. “It’s you. I’ve finally found you.” He said, his voice breaking a little bit. “Arthur…what are you—?”

“You are the song in my heart. The one I’ve been looking for since I’ve learned to play music. Your song clouded my heart every single day. I’ve spent so long searching, and now I’ve finally found you.” He laughed, tears still streaming down his cheeks. I began to finally piece together the events that happened so quickly, everything finally became clear, all of my doubts and suspicions were finally silenced. Arthur is my soulmate. He is the melody in my mind. The song that kept repeating over and over, finally had an ending to complete it. I did not notice the joyful tears in my eyes as I hugged him back. We both laughed and cried like madmen as we were wrapped in each other’s arms. We finally calmed down from the joy and ecstasy we felt, he had lowered his arms to my side as I wiped away his tears with my thumb. Our foreheads rested against each other, noses almost touching and I could feel his heart beating against my chest. I wanted to make the first move and kiss him, but I guess Arthur had the same idea. His lips captured mine and pulled me towards him, I pressed him against the wall where he began to grind his hips against mine. We were so caught up in the moment that we did not notice someone enter the backstage.

“What the—? Oh, god. I’m so sorry for interrupting.” Mr. Edelstein apologized and briskly walked out of the room. Immediately, both of us flung each other away like two magnets with the same pole. I heard running footsteps and Gilbert sprinted to see what was going on, “Holy shit, what the hell were the two of you doing back here? Mr. Edelstein just walked out of the building, red as a cherry!” Gilbert, the jerk he is, wiggled his eyebrow. I groaned as other students came to see what happened. I glanced at Arthur, who I caught was staring at me. His lips were swollen, his suit disheveled and his face the color of strawberries, he looked godly. Arthur let out a small giggle, then it turned to laughter. I couldn’t help but smile and laugh with him. Gilbert and the other students stared at us in confusion, like they missed some kind of inside joke.

I didn’t care, tonight was the night that changed my life forever, and nothing’s going to ruin it for me.

***

I was inspired by some stuff that happened to me in my junior high, I’m part of a school band (it’s not really classical, we focus on traditional instruments most of the time. Our school’s marching band is something else entirely.) and it’s really something that I’ve always wanted to write about. Anyway, sorry for feeding ya’ll this useless info about me. I hope you enjoyed the story!

[dabadovaporizers]

Spring time feels ⚡

[sanjuno]

Is Vittoria going to be paired with anyone??? I love her so much and I dont actually need a romance for her but I'd like to see a bromance. Maybe with Shanks or Mihawk? I mean she'5s the best troll so i figured they're going to accidentally troll the whole world together while drunk?? Or maybe she'd somehow free Hancock and they'll be besties forever!?!?!?

… um. Seeing as how Vittoria is my SI she’s asexual. So for pairings I’m going to say no. As for being bros with people, Vitti sticks pretty close to Riot and the rest of the Anarchy crew. I’ve been thinking that she might save Rosinate and Law from Doflamingo, but I think she’d pick on Rosi more than she’d be bros with him. So… *shrugs*

[rosinbros]

Where Do the $ Go in a Knock Down Rebuild?

Building a house is one of the biggest financial commitments a person can make, so it’s reasonable to wonder where all the money goes, and how to minimise costs if needed.

In the case of a knock down rebuild, there are three significant areas that affect the cost before building commences.

They include:

A. Holding costs

If you have bought the house/land with the intention of doing a knock down rebuild, but cannot or do not want to start straight away, then you need to account for the incurred costs.

These might include interest on the mortgage, rates and other property expenditures and lost rental income.

B. Demolition

The cost of demolition is heavily dependent on whether or not you need to remove asbestos. Because most homes in the ACT that undergo a knock down rebuild were built before 1990, there is a high likelihood that the house contains asbestos.

Demolition with asbestos generally costs between $30,000 and $50,000, depending on the size of the home and the amount of asbestos found.

C. Excavation/Earthworks

The cost of excavation differs depending on the topography of the land and nature of the soil. Sometimes excavation unearths hidden problems such as large rocks or boulders that require more work to clear. Excavation ranges from $5,000 to $50,000 and covers the cost of hiring the excavator, truck to transport the dirt, and dirt disposal fees.

In addition to the above, there are also costs associated with government approvals, certification certificates, and so on.

Once you get to building, there are four significant areas that make up the cost of a house:

1. Structure

This includes the cost of materials and labour for the foundations and flooring, walls and roof frame. Structure costs are impacted by the size of the home, the design (which determines how the slab must be laid) and the materials chosen for the roof.

2. Joinery

Joinery includes everything from carpentry such as doors and window frames, stairs, cornices and skirting, to kitchen layout and cabinetry. The price of your home is impacted by your choice of materials, and the difficulty of the design. For example, will you have a stone bench top or melamine? How big is the kitchen, and what is the depth of cupboards and drawers? Will you have a pantry? Do you want a double industrial sink or a single sink?

3. Tiling

There is enormous disparity in the cost of tiles. Labour is paid based on square metres laid, so additions such as choosing to have floor to ceiling wall tiles in the bathrooms (rather than the standard 1.2m) costs more.

4. Electrical

Lighting is important, and can be difficult to change once a house is finished. But with every light switch, fitting, internet cable and television outlet, there is a cost involved.

Painting and installation of fixtures are much smaller costs by comparison however choices here can impact the overall price, such as multiple feature walls or high-end fittings.

If budget is a major concern for you, then you need to strike a balance between what you really want and what is achievable.

Ideally, you want to focus your attention on getting the best structure and layout for a home that will serve you for as long as you need it to. After that, inclusions can be altered to control the final cost and can always be upgraded at some point in the future.

For more information on the cost of building or doing a knock down rebuild in the ACT, please call Rosin Bros on 6247 4799 or email info@rosinbros.com.au.