“1/4? Really? Who writes a measure of ¼. WHY would you write a measure of ¼?”
“Because fuck you that’s why.”“I will literally trade you my sandwich for that practice room.”
“Dude you should eat your lunch.”
“I won’t be able to eat it if my teacher decapitates me for not practicing JUST TAKE IT.”“I always wanted to look inside the percussion room. It’s like Narnia, but noisier.”
“Satan created piccolos to punish the trumpets for their pride.”
“I’m thinking about dropping music history.”
“But why, don’t you need that class?”
“Yes but half of it is non-music majors and two people were having a discussion about why there were hashtags at the beginning of the music.”“So my teacher convinced me to take the History of Rock and Roll over the Summer but it was an online course and he found the webcam filters and inevitably the first unit ended up being taught by a talking dinosaur on my webcam. This man teaches college theory.”
“SHH. Don’t say the theory teacher’s name. He’s like Beetlejuice. If you say it three times he’ll appear behind you and fuck your shit up.”
“I found out Mozart had a butt fetish and I’m never going to be able to stop calling him Mozfart.”
“If I see a drink within 100 feet of that Steinway I will track you down and beat you with my harpsichord.”
“Theres no way a tuba can fit in that tiny ass locker.”
“Not with that attitude.”~somebody accidentally slams the piano keys with the backpack~
“Same.”“It’s just simple stomps and claps.”
“I’m a SINGER. If I could stomp and clap don’t you think I’d be SOMETHING ELSE?!”“It’s a simple repetition.”
“You’re a simple repetition.”
“Shut the fuck up.”Me (drunk in a practice room at 3am because I wanted to see how it felt to play trombone when I can’t feel my face. Also, I’m slamming the piano keys with my forearms): FUCK YOU I’M HENRY COWELL
“I think the actors have been shortcutting through here again; I smell booze”
“what the fuck even is 5/4?″
“Mission: The Impossible Theme”“radio feedback is absolutely a valid instrument”
“spoken like a composition major”reblogging again bc i need to tag @megxhausted
Tag: alcohol mention
It’s Officially Been 2016 Here For About Two Hours.
I didn’t get a chance to make one of those end of the year posts thanking people, but here’s one for those that have done a lot for me this past year.
Under the cut, because 2AM shmoopiness.
GDI POP I ONLY JUST STOPPED CRYING TOO
ilu, you fabulous lil saltshaker. You are an amazing friend, you just give and give and GIVE without a thought, often to the point of personal detriment (STOP THAT, CUT THAT OUT, BE KIND TO YOURSELF), you’re one of the most truthful and real and empathetic people I’ve met, with the most wicked sense of humour. You insanely multi-multi-multi-talented person with the giant heart and the cutest. effing. voice. in. history.
Happy New Year, my dearest Miss Pop. May it be as wonderful as you are, you deserve everything good in the world – LIKE ICECREAM, YES. ICECREAM (and booze, lots of booze). MUST. HAPPEN.
Mundain headcanon: he has several Dain-dolls. He poses for Bofur for new dolls because it’s fun. He has also talked with Bocur about his parents to make sure that their dolls are accurate – this is a marker of how Bofur and Dain are kinda close. This discussion also involved lots of ale.
oh jeez, Nonnie. This is lovely and also sortakinda ouch… because Dain lost both (in my little headcanon, anyway, it’s both) his parents at the tender age of 32. Nain was butchered by Azog in front of his eyes.
So the image that came to me then was Dain and Bofur sitting together in warm, close lamplight. Dain has several empty tankards in front of him, and clutches another. His face is creased and sad as he wracks his memory. Bofur has a couple of empties sitting to to side, and a notebook resting in front of him, taking down as many details as Dain can remember… which isn’t many. It isn’t many at all.
(He remembers that his father had red hair also, and that Daeris’ eyes were brown. He remembers the smell of his mother’s hair-oil, spicy and pungent, and he remembers the way his father’s body crumpled onto the steps of Khazad-dum, the head lolling on its broken neck)
Bofur is a bro, though, and wouldn’t draw attention to the shaking of the King’s voice. He’s far too kind for that.
Never Have I Ever Part 1
Thank you all for the astonishing 45 submissions with only 5 repeats. Thank you to all you Anons, plus @nyarlathotwink, @emobunny4ever34, and @somethingincorporeal I couldn’t have made this without you.
And a special thank you to our guest star, @mckittericks for putting up with everything so last minute and at the end of a long work week and longer work day. I love you for suffering through for me.
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Do Thorin and Frerin know their maternal grandparents at all? They’re very close to Thror and Hrera so I wondered.
They do! Folgar, a wealthy Guildmaster, and
Aís, a musician, were killed by the Dragon (bloody goddamned Dragon). So the kids were very young when 3 of their 4 grandparents were taken from them in one terrible day.
Folgar is pretty much a Santa-Claus grandpapa. He is white-bearded and chubby and humourous and jolly and forever smoking his pipe, his bright blue eyes twinkling. He is a sharp fellow underneath that, however. Though he does ramble on, and on, and on, and ON – particularly after he has had a cup or two of whiskey.
Aís was a harpist and singer and lutist. She was quite a power in the Musician’s Guild. There is always that person in any musical or theatrical endeavour, lol! You know the one – they might not necessarily be the one in charge, but they are the one who does everything and drives everything and takes on more tasks than anybody should possibly be able to do? That’s totally Aís. She’s a bit of a social lioness type, too – though she’s never catty or spiteful – she just really, really likes having a good natter. They are a very chatty couple!
In the Halls, they’re a little sidelined (though
Aís does a LOT of organising reports and things for her poor overworked daughter). They are well-acquainted again with Frerin… but it’s harder to connect with Thorin.
Yet if you want to find the two Dwarves who are mostly responsible for all the rumours about Thorin’s self-appointed vigilance that float through the Halls? For the near-total admiration for his dedication and determination?
Well,
Aís does love to chat with her friends (gossips, every one of them)… and Folgar does have a little group of friends who play darts and drink with him each Friday…
😀
fun character exercise; which of your OC’s would chug a bottle of liquor rather than give it to airport security
“Legolas, what do your elf eyes see?”
*drunk Legolas voice* “your mom” *Legolas high fives Gimli*I am 100% certain he low-fives Gimli, actually.
https://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/determamfidd/129527211138/tumblr_nuzxigpvlj1sw5sha?plead=please-dont-download-this-or-our-lawyers-wont-let-us-host-audio
https://determamfidd.tumblr.com/post/129527211138/audio_player_iframe/determamfidd/tumblr_nuzxigpvlj1sw5sha?audio_file=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fdetermamfidd%2F129527211138%2Ftumblr_nuzxigpvlj1sw5sha
HOLY SHIT GUYS I WROTE A SONG!!!! Inspired by Sansukh by the lovely determamfidd also i think i wrote this in like 5 days?????/ idk,,i have actual cords for this on my piano and im just rlly proud that i ACTUALLY WROTE A SONG!!!! LYRICS:
Pass the weary bottle, ho!
Down to mine, and work I go
Axe and sword and shield I know
Down far in my mountain homeMine for gems and work all day
Never time to sit and lay
Rock and stone and gem and jewel
In the mountain icy coolErebor are where lords rest
Arkenstone on our king’s breast
Durin will return someday
By the sun, ere break of dayErebor my mighty home
Where strong dwarrow yet do roam
Iron Hills and Ered Luin
We will return home again
:KSJGDljssjfalsgadfhaslaskjdfa;skjd
AHHH FISHYYYY
(you make me want to record my drinking song now, lol)
THIS IS SO MUCH FUN OMFG – I WANT THE SHEET MUSIC YESTERDAY
thank you thank you thank YOUUUUUU
Okay, but imagine Thranduil realizing how many DWARVES he is now related too. (Suck it up, man, at least your son is happy).
Elrond: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Thranduil: Shut up.
Elrond: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Thranduil: I mean it. Shut up.
Elrond *wiping eyes*: ahhhhh aha hahaha ahaaaa oh Iluvatar, oh Elbereth, my sides… will they call you the Perenfeng1, do you suppose? *giggles uncontrollably*
Thranduil: Are you done?
Elrond *chances a look at Thranduil’s face – and loses it completely*: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Thranduil: *sighs and swigs straight from the bottle*
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1. enfeng = sindarin, “Dwarf” n. singular, specifically one of the Longbeards. Therefore ‘Perenfeng’ would mean ‘half-dwarven’, just as ‘Peredhel’ means ‘half-elven.’
Aw Yiss 