Trio

I think it’s time I get back to the things that put me at peace... Milford, Ny June 28, 2015 (at Milford, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp7rcL_hoBR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=bnv8u0dysfhw

But on another note, if October 13 is Darkiplier’s “birthday”

then Antisepticeye is older than him by 3 days :D

day 955: my otp is still not canon

Feelin like I missed the Good Decades, aw well. To the future we go. Taken 6/24/15 Gulf of Mexico. (at Gulf Of Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuJOmLnhv9H/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=bph9sat12o4s

reblog this post with a cool animal species lets make a wholesome thread

something I think we all know about fanfic, but don’t talk about because it would hurt writers feelings is that some fics are like fast food. I mean this as a compliment. I don’t always want to sit down for a six course meal that will be a flavor experience. Sometimes I just wanna dip some fries in a frosty. Sometimes I want something homecooked and delicious and super niche, but super comforting. Sometimes I want to eat an entire dark chocolate cheesecake in one sitting even though I know Its gonna make me sick. Just. holy crap, y’all. Sometimes I don’t even want fast food, I just want to eat an entire bag of chips. and yeah, I’m ashamed of myself afterwards, but at the time it was exactly what I wanted. So, no, we’re never going to say to our fanfic writers that we consider their writing to be the equivalent of a midnight run to taco bell - and we shouldn’t, feelings would be hurt by that. But writers, please, please, please, remember this. You don’t need to create a six course meal if you don’t want to. You don’t have to make something complex and homemade if you don’t want to. You don’t even have to finish cooking it - because someone will be thrilled that you brought a bowl of cookie dough and a spoon, because they cannot even consider sitting down and having a proper meal right now. It’s okay writers, whatever you decided to make. Someone was happy to have it. You gave them what they needed. You made them happy. You did good.

FIRST PAGE OF SEASON 6!

Ford: I have made the decision to trust you.

Bill: A horrible decision really.

Things overheard in the music building:

“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.”