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Just my art improvement blog, so I can see how I'm coming along.

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Here is a scribble of a friends fantroll throwing flowers at my fantroll. Too lazy to fix it

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justamerplwithabox:

vivelafat:

prokopetz:

officialdeadparrot:

grellholmes:

elsajeni:

gunslingerannie:

justtkeepcalmm:

dean-and-his-pie:

fororchestra:

musicalmelody:

Fun Story: My director kept telling me and my tenor sax buddy to play softer. No matter what we did, it wasn’t soft enough for him. So getting frustrated, I told my buddy “Dont play this time. Just fake it” 

Our Band Director then informed us we sounded perfect. 

To my readers: “p” means quiet, “pp” means really quiet. I’ve never seen “pppp” before haha.

On the contrast, “f” means loud, and “ffff” probably means so loud you go unconscious.

I had ffff in a piece once and my conductor told me to play as loudly as physically possible without falling off my chair…

Me and my trombone buddies had “ffff” and he sat next to me and played so hard that he fell out of his chair.

The lengths we go for music.

Okay yeah so I play the bass clarinet and the amount of air you have to move and the stiffness of the reed means it only has two settings and that is loud and louder, with an optional LOUDEST that includes a 50% probability of HORRIBLE CROAKING NOISE which is the bass equivalent of the ubiquitous clarinet shriek.

One day, when I was in concert band in high school, we got a new piece handed out for the first time, and there was a strange little commotion back in the tuba section — whispering, and pointing at something in the music, and swatting at each other’s hands all shhh don’t call attention to it. And although they did attract the attention of basically everyone else in the band, they managed to avoid being noticed by the band director, who gave us a few minutes to look over our parts and then said, “All right, let’s run through it up to section A.”

And here we are, cheerfully playing along, sounding reasonably competent — but everyone, when they have the attention to spare, is keeping an eye on the tuba players. They don’t come in for the first eight measures or so, and then when they do come in, what we see is:

[stifled giggling]

[reeeeeeally deep breath]

[COLOSSAL FOGHORN NOISE]

The entire band stops dead, in the cacophonous kind of way that a band stops when it hasn’t actually been cued to stop. The band director doesn’t even say anything, just looks straight back at the tubas and makes a helpless sort of why gesture.

In unison, the tuba players defend themselves: “THERE WERE FOUR F’S.”

FFFF is not really a rational dynamic marking for any instrument, but for the love of all that is holy why would you put it in a tuba part.

This is the best band post 

Everyone else go home

Oh man, so I play trombone, and we got this piece called Florentiner Marsch by Julius Fucik, and we saw this

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which is 8 fortes. We were shocked until,

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that is 24 fortes who the fuck does that

Who does that?

This guy. Take a good look - that is the moustache of a man with nothing to lose.

Julius IdontgivaFucik

More like Julius Fuckit

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Omg I almost screamed because some motherfucker was in the room but then I realized Robin has just been stuck chilling out here all night. Poor cat. I’m gonna cuddle him.

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petewentzstolemypizza:

coldtartsbrewcoldersocks:

rnyselfie:

themurderscene:

and if you turn to ur left you’ll see the emos

is that my chemical romance?

OH MY GOD not every group of emos is my chemical romance stfu tumblr

but it actually is my chemical romance

petewentzstolemypizza:

coldtartsbrewcoldersocks:

rnyselfie:

themurderscene:

and if you turn to ur left you’ll see the emos

is that my chemical romance?

OH MY GOD not every group of emos is my chemical romance stfu tumblr

but it actually is my chemical romance

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zanetehaiden:

zanetehaiden:

DUDES

DUDES GUYS DUDEBROCHACHO HE-MAN BROSEPHSTEINBECHS

SO I WENT OUT TO GET SOME ICE CREAM THIS NIPPLE-FRIDDLED NIGHT BECAUSE I FELT LIKE GETTING SOME GODDAMN ICE CREAM

BUT THEN I THOUGHT TO MYSELF, “JACKSON, YOU ARE A RESPONSIBLE ADULT, YOU SHOULD GET MORE THAN ICE CREAM!!”

A SMALL PART OF MY MIND REPLIED “WAIT NO UR NOT” BUT I DIDNT LISTEN TO IT SO I GOT SOME GODDAMN COOKIES.

ON THE WAY OUT, THERE WAS THIS CUTE LITTLE SIGN THAT SAID “SOFT DRINKS” AND I ONCE AGAIN THOUGHT TO MYSELF FOR A RECORD TWO TIMES IN ONE NIGHT. THE THOUGHT THAT HAPPENED IN MY BRAIN WAS “DUDE YOU LIKE SODAS TOO YOU SHOULD GET SOME GODDAMN SODA”

SO YOU KNOW WHAT????

I FUCKING DID. AND I ALSO GOT SOME MONSTERS BECAUSE THEY WERE IN THE SAME AISLE AND I FUCKIN LOVE MONSTERS TOO SUE ME FOR BEING A STONE COLD BUTTER-SLATHERED BROSKI

SO I GET HOME WITH THESE COOKIES AND ICE CREAM AND SODA AND SHIT AND

THERE IS MY BLENDER

JUST SITTING THERE

GLISTENEING BEAUTIFULLY

SO IG ET AN IDEA IN MY HEAD THAT

THAT I SHOULD BLEND IT ALL

THAT I SHOULD MAKE THE BEST THING EVER

AND SO I DID

GOD FUCKING SHITFUCK THIS IS THE BEST DECISION IVE EVER MADE

MY HEART IS SCREAMING BUT I WILL SHOW NO MERCY TO THE MUSCLE OF MISERY

I WANNA FUCKIN RUN A MARATHON

I WANNA

FUCKIN

RUN DOWN A HORSE

A GODDAMN HORSE

AND JUST LIKE, STROKE IT SENSUALLY AND NEIGH QUIETLY INTO ITS EAR

I WANNA RIP THE STILL BEATING HEART OUT OF A GROWN ASS MAN AND SHOVE IT UP HIS GROWN ASS ASS FOR SCIENCE

AND THEN IM GONNA MOTHERFUCKIN SOLVE COLD FUSION AND WORLD HUNGER AND THEN JUST

WRITE NORTH KOREA A STRONGLY WORDED LETTER

FUCK YEAH

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Okay oops reblogging on the wrong blog. In my defense its four in the morning my boyfriend is snoring and his 3Dave died. And I give up on auto correct. Whoever can guess what 3Dave stands for wins my affection for a week.

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canadianstuck:

fennecwolfox:

oeste:

misterhippity:

I tried a 2-D printer once, and the paper jammed.

So now I just painstakingly re-create my paper copies by hand, like a medieval monk.

i tried using paper, but the edges crumpled

so now i just chisel my commandments into stone, like old testament god

I tried using stone, but it cracked and broke.

Now I just scream everything at passersby, hoping they’ll remember what I said so I can ask them about it when I need it.

I tried screaming, but I lost my voice.

So now I walk forty five miles to the nearest cave, smash some berries, and draw pictograms on the walls. 

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19-2000 (x)

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neukgolhs:

caledscratch:

ket3:

(of course they watched tons of movies what else could they do)

his fucking hIP SWIVEL

FEEL THE FORCE