Dark Hufflepuff Aesthetic (requested by Anonymous)
Simply HELL week but also the very best week ever
Grunge Slytherin Minimalist
Suddenly, a wild fabulous Roman appeared! This is for my marching band AU..it’s a digital version of the sketch I posted yesterday. I was pressed for time so I didn’t end up doing his emblem on the flag but I still think it looks good.The others should be in the works soon. In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy this! Message me or reblog and tell me if you want to be on the tag list :)
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Practice like you’ve never won. Perform like you’ve never lost.
Me: Hi *then I get to work*
Little boy:Mommy why does that girl look like a boy
Me: *fantically trying to make the mother feel better* that’s what my sister said when she got home from college
It can never be undone
What’s done, is done
aviators
leather jackets
denim jackets
striped t-shirts
cuffed jeans
combat boots
rubber band bracelets
flannels
tucking flowers behind your ear
cherries and mangoes
trying to look gay enough that people of the same gender will notice you, but not so gay that people of the opposite gender won’t
blanket capes
being both a wine mom and a vodka aunt
doctor who
bagels (or bi-gels)
piercings & tattoos
birds
wearing mismatched socks whilst also hating socks
french tucks
DC’s Robin
using to many exclamation points, repeating the last letter of wordssss, and using to many commas,,,,,
actually just having terrible grammar is bi culture
yoda
keysmashing
overalls/dungarees
piccolo
who wins: them
don’t do it. don’t fight the piccolo player. just don’t.
flute
who wins: them
they were told you were challenging them for first chair. run while you still can.
clarinet
who wins: them
threaten you with their register key. forfeit for the sake of all.
saxophone
who wins: them
you are promptly deemed a “nerd” and stuffed in a band locker by the entire section even though you only wanted to fight one of them.
low reeds
who wins: no one
you yell increasingly bad sexual innuendos at each other across the band room for twenty minutes until you both get tired and go home.
mellophone
who wins: them
punches you in the face repeatedly on the offbeats of a sousa march playing in the background.
trumpet
who wins: you and then them
you win the fight easily while they’re giving their villainous monologue. entire trumpet section later jumps you in a dark hallway for disgracing one of their own.
trombone
who wins: no one
they get distracted halfway through the fight and wander off.
low brass
who wins: them
you mock them by making farting noises with your lips. they punch you in the stomach with their abnormally strong arms. you can’t breath properly for days.
pit percussion
who wins: you
pretend like you can’t tell the vibes, marimba, and xylophone apart. wait until they’re blind with rage, then run them over with the closest wheeled pit equipment.
drumline
who wins: them
show up to the fight with a shank fashioned out of a broken drum stick. proceed to kick ass.
drum major
who wins: them
calls you to attention (you can’t disobey!) and then waits until you faint from exhaustion.
color guard
who wins: them
have you ever watched one of these fuckers on the field? you’re screwed.
band director
who wins: them
just when you think you’ve won, they get up smiling and say “one more time!”