Imagine your OT3 avidly defending their polyamorous relationship against polyphobic idiots. Person A is calmly trying to explain how it works, while person B tries to keep person C from punching said idiots in the face.
“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”
My bagginshield feels have come back full force and I still can’t get over how utterly gay the hobbit movies are they’re like a damn disney movie
Case and point:
Two people who initially have a bit of a rocky start, mainly due to the taller grumpyish one
Then one of them risks their life to save the other
Which brings about a mutual respect between them
And a friendship begins to blossom
Then they’re separated and the not-so-grumpy anymore one has to fight the bad guy
They manage to kill the bad guy, but not before being mortally wounded. The other one had been desperately trying to reach them but didn’t get there in time
The dying one states that they’re glad the other is there and begin to say goodbye. The other replies that everything is going to be fine and not to say otherwise but then watch the other slip away.
But then a final declaration of love breaks the spell and the dying one is brought back to life and everything is magical and they live happily ever after
The fact that Rey’s natural weapon is a pole/quarterstaff thing makes me really hope this is where she’s headed.
I am really hoping for this, except with a longer handle in the middle and a shorter blade on each end. Tell me she couldn’t engineer that, I dare you. And it would be cool.
OR she could keep her normal weapon and pimp it out with lightsabers.
Aw Yiss 