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#my reasoning is im a music major
monocaelia · 1 year
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childe is a violinist because he is annoying and likes to show off and diluc is a cellist because he is warm and beautiful
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wyllsravengard · 2 months
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idk what ramadan is gonna look like for me this year lol
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steelycunt · 9 months
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astrxealis · 7 months
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btw to filipino moots im gna be an arenean B) or iskolar ng bayan who knows!
#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#my only choices for college r the big 4 personally i'm so sorrey ... but minus ust tbh bcs i rlly dont want to be a thomasian LOL#IT'S JUST REALLY PERSONAL i don't like the culture of ust & etc . i have my reasons. dlsu is ok but ateneo or up is my Dream#may be a surprise but i've always been a straight a student and real smart :3 even in anything to do w filipino#but that is the one thing that drags my grades (slightly) down ..... but my math is so exemplary and i get perfect computer anything always#bs cs future major hereee but since i want ateneo i'm going for dual degree cs bs-dgdd#yeehaw i never talk abt really real life stuff like this but this is still okey#one day u might get a face revea but only for my eyes bcs im sorta obsessed w and unfortunately think im really cute. so#ANYWAY !!!!! excited for college tbh. scared. but yes!#i havent finished my admu app but it is due friday i am so crazy LMFAOOOOOOO but i have recos alr <3 yay <33#rlly confident in myself but i want to be careful and really get what i desevre. gna do my best and try to get top 15% AND MAYBE even 200#but that one specifically is sorta crazy but tbf i could achieve it if i study a bit more :P so ya#it's amazing bcs ... english is literally second nature to me BUT i am and have always been amazing at math & sci#always been a math kid and sci kid AND art kid AND eng kid and music too and computer#idk. just proud of myself. i love me lol#there's a lot to it but no need to get into specifics :3 im just happy w myself yay!
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toasteaa · 3 months
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Idk how to explain how much I love Fontaine literally because of the music. My stupid orchestra brain turns on every time I'm in the region and the brainrot just happens. I listen to Merry-go-Round of Life and think of Fontaine. I listen to the prologue of Beauty and the Beast, I think of Fontaine. The Bells of Notre Dame? You bet your ass there's a Fontaine adjacent idea floating around in the brainscape.
I've been ruined by Fontaine, truly. And I literally wouldn't have it any other way.
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oldbaton · 2 years
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dont rb bc im not in the mood for a full blown discourse tbh i think its clear that my theatrical background is in plays and musicals because everytime i see an opera with a 50 year old woman playing salome or something like that i see it as an issue whereas the old guard of opera seem to only care about voice and presentation and everything else be damned
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carpathxanridge · 2 years
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hmmmmmmmmmmmmm i dont want to go through this again but part of me also just wants to think of the end results and be like. it’s worth it! to study what you want to study. it’s a BA not a BM, so the audition standard should be doable even though you’re out of practice, and you’re gonna get a killer letter of rec and make it clear why you want a music major and what your interests actually are and what you can bring to the school. but the other part of me is just like FUCK we were doneeeee we were done with classical music WE WERE DONE!
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oflgtfol · 8 days
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taking a few days break from malevolent if u couldnt tell. for a few reasons but mostly that s3 ended on a pretty decent note and i kinda just wanna bask in the sort of happy ending for once in this damn podcast lmfaooo
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tony-andonuts · 7 months
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The more orchestrals/instrumentals I listen to, the more I wish I wasn't bullied by my classmates and teachers to the point of failing/skipping my classes in HS
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astranauticus · 7 months
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so i recently found out about my mothers villain origin story of hating all musicals and apparently it's because many years ago she (not a lot of english, mind, like functional/professional english at best) went on a business trip to london and for some reason her company paid for tickets to mama mia at (and i quote) 'one of those famous historical london theatres' and she fuckin hated the entire 3 hour experience like she couldn't understand what they were singing and she was bored out of her mind but the theatre was too bright for her to sleep through it like her exact thought when it ended was 'fucking hell its finally over' and ever since she's been firmly against the concept of musicals. anyway i'm obsessed with this story i think it's the funniest shit ever
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southislandwren · 8 months
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okay i have ten million things to do before i leave for my event tomorrow. but for now im going to play games and chill out. i deserve it. also do you guys think i was appropriately pathetic and endearing when my repro prof was like "howd you do on the quiz" and i said 16/20 and he said "that's pretty good!" and i went "i wanted to do better" in the tiniest voice i could manage. i need him to pity me so i can pass
#i went up to him after getting my quiz back and was like dr. c? 🥺 how can a male produce spermatozoa but be considered infertile? 🥺#we'll see how todays quiz went. im more confident on girl parts because of the whole afab situation but i skipped yesterdays class#so idk. i felt good about it but who knows.#i saw P in the small conference room and she was like hows repro? need help?#and i am SO soft that shes looking out for me i love my dairy people :(((#but idk. its only week 3. its going to get worse.#next week we're palpating cattle which i am historically bad at#(remember when i went around to three different cows and couldnt feel a single cervix. yeah)#but who knows! im smart i'll figure something out#i have like 3 different major situations going on rn. cant wait to get sloppy drunk on sunday and complain to my internship boss's mom#astro prof really likes me and i really like her and i really like astronomy#and i skipped lab and the eclipse prep got cancelled#so the next time i'll see her is tuesday and im giving my constellation presentation#(also how fucked up is it that i got assigned libra and my tablemates got fucking auriga. which has capella. which is my favorite star.)#feels kind of cheap tbh#also clarinet prof also really likes me and he wasnt mean abt the fact i only practiced twice this week#and he was saying i had nice embechure or whatever im not putting effort into spelling that correctly#and whenever other music people came into his office for whatever reason#he'd be like 'this is Hope! shes a dairy science major! this is her second clarinet lesson and she made it over the break!'#idk. its crazy to think about how bad i was doing on monday and tuesday and now im like. basically fine.#like yes im sad yes i was crying about being stupid and worthless earlier today#but im not in crisis mode anymore#idk. sorry. gonna play a game. probably mariokart or something#diary post#school post
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doctorwhoisadhd · 1 year
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i didnt used to understand what was so appealing about tragedy but im finally in a real situation where i'm like, what if it could have been different, and i think i get it now
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#Im dropping out of music school to pursue a ‘real career’ i wanna kms#that’s not the only reason why im doing it but it is like the main reason#im also doing it because im a coward and im too old already to get into like a ‘major’ or ‘professional’ music school even if I wanted to#im getting too old to still depend on my mom i can’t hold a job long term because i hate them my mom is getting tired of having to help im-#a burden already and everytime she pays for me she always like throws it at my fave even tho she knows i can’t pay for it#*face#it’s not the only reason why i can’t hold a job btw she’s also super overprotective and won’t let me get out and get a job wherever like a-#normal person i don’t get out at all without her permission and her taking me and picking me up actually which is pathetic i know but its-#not unheard of in my country and i also wouldn’t like to go out anyway im too scared for it so#im running out of time and i need a career that pays#im so heartbroken about leaving music school im trying to not think about it at all because I’ll cry and hate myself for dropping another-#opportunity fuck#im so incredibly sad about it if im being honest which im not because i try to pretend like i don’t care that much about it in front of my-#family which also sucks#im so heartbroken i really thought i was gonna become someone or get something out of this chance fuck#it feels like wasted potential i hate it#*****don’t respond*****
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chisatowo · 2 years
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Ok ok I am beginning to form an idea for Mocha's deal lets hope it doesn't get out of my control too quickly I don't need another story spawning 20 more ocs hsjydidyd
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enbesbians · 5 months
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thinking of some random ellie hcs...
this is a repost…
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these headcannons are purely based off what i think ellie would be or what i think she'd do. tell me if you agree or send a specific headcannon if you'd like. im always open.
ALSO! i have big fucking hands and i mistype all the time and somehow even though i think aloud when i type i forget to add the word... so if there's any mistakes….. pay no mind…. please.
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sfw hc:
• modern day ellie definitely had an emo phase, fringe and all. her hair all disheveled, doodling on her arm as her 'tattoos'.
• she most definitely had a 'im not gay' phase. she was so paranoid of anyone finding out that she was attracted to girls, if a group of friends of hers complimented one of them, ellie would say something like, "yeah... you're cool... or whatever" thinking if she ever called one of them pretty, they'd find out. simultaneously alway asking hypothetical questions like, "what if we got married...? that would be so crazy right? …yeah."
• her first kiss was absolutely the most awkward, painful kiss anyone could witness. she's definitely gotten better but her first kiss was just a long press... eyes all the way open.
• she'd have numerous bruises and scars from skateboarding. she seems like the type to try to do tricks with majority of them busting her ass. she'd come in with a cast on her arm and a scratch on her cheek saying, "hey guys!" as if she didn't look like she ate shit.
• she either wears a binder or no bra at all. i can see her liking the idea of being flat chested even though she is on the smaller side (which i find cute) and she'd flex in the mirror whenever she'd put it on. other times, she might be braless and not care that her nipples are poking out of her shirt.
• this brings me to my next he, she'd most definitely have nipple piercings... here me out... but it'd only be one. i dunno why i see her with only one, but it seems fitting. she'd have the standard bar and circle balls.
• she throughly enjoys metal music and dabbled in the punk scene. she wouldn't go full out in her wardrobe, she's definitely a wear a band shirt and have patches on my jacket from time to time kinda gal. you'd see her in local punk show events, in the pit going rampant. that would also be another way how'd she get random bruises scattered on her.
here's some nsfw ones..
• she loves getting head standing up. your nose plunging and bumping up into her clit. just to have her pants still at the center of her thighs with her hand behind your head, fucking your face and watching you do it? that would make her go absolutely feral.
• after fingering you shes definitely the type to want to smell her fingers but discreetly. even if it were to bump against your pussy, she'd act like her nose would itch but she's so bad at trying to be nonchalant that you'd notice.
• she's a lesbian porn feen. she likes to watch homemade videos where the quality is all fucked up and grainy or even the solo ones where the girl is fucking herself so mercifully. she definitely talks to the screen as if they could hear her saying things like, "yeah... keep fucking that pretty pussy" or "make her feel that cock." when she's watching strap video.
• there's a lot of discourse around if ellie is an ass or boob kind of gal and quite honestly, i think she's both. she'd wrap her arms around you, groping your breast while grinding herself on your ass.
• she loves to trib/scissors. to have her clit against yours and rut herself as fast as she can would have her incredibly high off lust. she's into the missionary kind, where your legs are pulled back and she's squatting down on you so she could feel everything.
• she has an outtie in regards to her pussy. for some reason i see her being a little more 'fleshy' down there. i can see her having a clit a little on the bigger side and having flowery vulva so whenever you have her head, she'd fill your mouth whenever you sucked it.
• she has body hair but not large amounts just a bit on her legs. she has a happy trail for sure and she maintains her pubes where it's not a full on bush but it's not completely bald either. picture your hair growing back after it's been completely shaven off and shes about two weeks in growth.
• she wears her strap in public sometimes. something about her screams, ‘i can fuck you right here, right now, just ask and ill whip it out.’
that's all, thank you for coming to my ted talk.
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alt-vera · 3 months
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— whiskey girl ⁀➷
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joel miller gives his whiskey girl a gift.
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✿ | joel miller | 1.06k | ❛ whiskey girl - toby keith ❜ | part one
warnings: pre outbreak!joel miller. drinking. allude to sex. age gap.
note: who knows when im gonna post again lol stay tuned for part two tho
❝ just ain’t enough good burn in tequila, she needs somethin’ with a little more edge and a little more pain ❞
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JOEL MILLER LIKED HIS GIRLS LIKE HE LIKED HIS DRINKS.
 Strong, neat, and not cheap enough to make him gag.
 That’s why he liked you: a farmer’s granddaughter majoring in agriculture who worked hard for what she had and knew the value of respecting those around her without being walked over. A little ragged on the edges, but Joel liked ‘em rough.
 Same could be said for you. You liked Joel for the same reasons he fawned over you. He was charming, and assiduous, with enough edge worn into his features to draw you in at the drop of a dime.
 So, when you invited Joel to a local dive bar on an eventless friday night, he sure as hell wasn’t going to say no. It was rare for you both to be free; usually he was working late, or you had classes, or tests, or were helping on the farm.
 He saw your worn mustang parked by the entrance, and spotted you instantaneously as he walked inside. A welcoming aura surrounded you as you chatted with some old men, presumably other farmers who knew you from your last name and came in for a drink after a sweltering day of plowing fields. Your smile gleamed under the warm lights of the bar, and Joel couldn’t help it as his lips curled into a smile just from looking at you.
 “Haven’t been making you wait long, have i?” He drawled as he sauntered up to you, hand making it’s way into the back pocket of your jeans, pulling you closer to him.
 You directed your smile his way before bidding your goodbyes to the old folks. “‘Course not, Miller. You know that if you did, i would’ve given you hell as soon as you set foot in the door.”
 Joel chuckled, running his free hand through his messy hair. “Fair enough, darlin’. You need a drink?”
 “Please,” You replied, and Joel put two fingers in his mouth, throwing a loud whistle at the bartender.
 “Can i get a beer and a, uh,” He glanced over to you for a moment, deep eyes meeting your own, before a smirked danced across his features, “…a whiskey, neat, for my girl, please.”
 You couldn’t help as your cheeks warmed at his words. My girl. You rolled your eyes, turning your face away from him so that he couldn’t see the ruddy heat spreading across your face.
 The two of you didn’t have a label. You drank together, you kissed, you fucked. You’d make dinner for him and his daughter, and he’d take you for drives at sunset down empty country roads, radio blasting through the open heat waves as you yelled gleefully out the windows.
 Still, anyone who looked at you and Joel knew there was something there, even when his hand wasn’t in your back pocket or your fingers were grasping his forearm. You were his girl. And he was your guy. No denomination necessary.
 One whiskey turned to three before you were singing along to the jukebox in the corner of the bar, holding up invisible microphones to random folks who’d join you in your performance. Joel watched, amused, as you twirled around to the twang of the guitar blaring through the speakers. His smile grew as you crept closer to him, pretending to reel him in to dance with you like a fish caught on a worm.
 Little did you know that you already had him from the moment he met you. Hook, line, and sinker.
 His hand found yours as he gave in, not much of a dancer, but eager to spin you around. You let him lead you, swaying to the pace of the music, pulling you closer to him as the tempo continued on.
 He pulled you flush against him. Forgetting the music, forgetting the dancing, forgetting the watching eyes. He kissed you, a passionate catch of the lips that left you craving more, the dull glow of amber above you acting like a spotlight that shone on you and Joel solely.
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 Joel couldn’t help himself as reached a hand up and drew a sloppy happy face on the fogged up windows of your mustang. Your head laid on his bare chest as you both fought to catch your breath, crickets chirping loudly in the farm field, audible even through the barrier of your car.
 You felt him bury his nose in your hair, breathing in the smell of you. Vanilla, and sweet musk, and whiskey. He felt you smile against his pec, eyes stealing a glance up to meet his.
 “I have a present for you,” He spoke suddenly, voice worn and husky.
 “Better than the way you just fucked me?” You joked with a light chuckle, feeling his arm move as he went to fish something out of his jeans that had fell on the floor of your backseat.
 He held the gift in his large hand before opening his palm to you to reveal a small wooden box. His fingers inched it open, and inside was a thin-banded ring with a dainty diamond in the middle.
 You turned dreadfully quiet as you stared at the band, and an anxious prickle crept over Joel’s skin.
 You raised yourself off his chest, turning to look at him. “Joel, if you’re proposing to me before even asking me to be your girlfriend, then i’m going to chuck this out into the field.”
 “What?” He laughed, inching so that he was sitting upright. “No, no, it’s a promise ring,” He said, plucking the jewellery out of the box and grabbing your hand, pushing it delicately onto your ring finger.
 “Ever since Sarah’s mom up and left, datin’ has been hard. I didn’t even wanna look at another woman—“ Joel’s deep eyes met yours, and you felt your heart swell, “—Until i met you.”
 “I don’t want t’distract you from your studies,” He continued, “But you’re my girl, and i want everyone to know it.”
 There it was again. My girl. Your pulse raced as you kissed him eagerly, full of adoration. Joel could still taste the smooth relish of whiskey on your breath.
 You smiled at him euphorically as you pulled away, words leaving your lips before you could even register the weight of them. “I love you, Joel.”
 Joel’s thumb stroked your cheek affectionately, returning your grin. “I love you too, my little whiskey girl.”
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