I Laughed So Fucking Hard At This

criminal minds as vines: part two yeet

Things guard and drumline bond over:

•talking smack about the band •drumline having to replay a part when guard messes up and guard having to have it played again because drumline messed it up •well taped things

Hufflepuff Virgo Pukwudgie INFP @theboyonthemoon

I made some bi stuff for pride…… pins and stickers etc are available on my redbubble 👀 I’ll add more stuff as I think of it

did you know there are bisexual flowers and they’re perfect

The Sections At 1 AM The Night Before A Competition

flutes/piccolos: asleep scattered across the floor of someone's bedroom wearing matching sweatpants.

clarinets: moodily playing pokémon

alto saxophones: all at walmart separately because they all think they're the ones responsible for treat bags and forgot until now. never see each other and each get like ten treat bags the next morning. confused but happy.

low reeds: finding more ways to hide dirty jokes on their section hoodies.

trumpets: practicing their "marching face" in the mirror to make it suitably focused and serious yet smoldering.

mellophones: trying to figure out how to attach a large sign to their instrument that says "it's a mellophone, not an exceptionally large trumpet." they are doomed to fail and the masses remain uneducated.

trombones: frantically trying to fix their instrument from attempting to pop to the box in their bedroom with the slide as far down as possible and slamming into the ceiling.

baritones/euphoniums: reflecting bitterly on all the times the tubas have upstaged them. vow to never let it happen again.

tubas/sousaphones: standing in front of a mirror trying to figure out precisely which angle at which to tip their beret to look the most roguish.

pit percussion: still loading their equipment on the band truck even though they started after school; one of them is missing for no reason.

drum line: performing a ritual sacrifice.

color guard: already doing their hair. still almost don't get done in time.

drum majors: practicing their salute 40,098 times, then making sure they don't "stand weird" while conducting.

Ship Sizes

Supercarrier: fandom flagship.  Everybody and their dog ships it.  The fandom is glutted with artwork and fic.  You cannot escape this ship.

Dreadnought: massively popular.  Nearly everybody ships it.  You can, with dedication, in theory, reach the end of the AO3 archive for the ship’s tag, but it’ll take a long time.

Cruiser: pretty popular ship.  Not everyone ships it, but everyone knows about it.  Has a good amount of fic/art, and probably multiple ask blogs.

Frigate: just plain popular.  Feels like it could use more fanworks.  New people to the fandom might not know about it, but they’ll stumble across it sooner rather than later.

Gunboat: bit of a rarepair.  It might have an ask blog or two.  A couple big name fans ship it.  Probably only takes a few weeks to get through the entire AO3 backlog, and one new fic gets added during that time.

Tugboat: rarepair.  Almost never seen except as a side pairing to a more popular ship.  You can usually get through everything on AO3 in a matter of days.  You’ve forgotten what it is to be picky about what you read.

Rowboat: less than a dozen people ship it.  You all know each other.  You exist in an endless cycle of the same five people desperately producing art and fic and one person who constantly contributes headcanons.

Canoe: you are one of maybe three people who ship it, and there’s a not-insignificant chance you’ve never encountered those other two hypothetical shippers.  You spend your days paddling furiously in hopes of keeping the ship afloat, dreaming of the day you upgrade to a rowboat so you can finally rest.

Trust me, I can barely remember what I had for breakfast this morning, must less what age I was my freshman year of high school

as much as the concept of Jesus being a fairly normal lad has its charms, im personally very intrigued by the idea of him being just… extremely weird. not even in a mystical sense, just…….staggeringly BIZZARRE. 

you go to the well to get some water, and here’s Miriam’s boy, staring at the sky, completely still. his expression is unreadable. you hazard a hello and ask how he’s doing, and he slowly, unblinkingly, lowers his gaze on you (he’s 8 and is missing his frontal teeth, not that this is making you any less uncomfortable) and says “I cannot speak of the state of my being, Nathan son of Saul, my brother, but rejoice for the water you shall take today will be as pure as the soul of the children of Heaven”

…you start sweating