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Color guard piece for my final animation assignment this semester

Virgil: If you’re anxious and you know it, clap your hands.

Virgil: *clap clap*

Virgil: If you’re tired and you know it, clap your hands.

Virgil: *clap clap*

Virgil: If you’re stressy and depressy and your life is kinda messy, if you’re dying and you know it clap your hands.

Virgil: *clap clap*

*running footsteps are heard before the door is blasted off its hinges*

Patton: NOT MY SON

Ha

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Practice and Perform

Practice like you’ve never won. Perform like you’ve never lost.

Grunge Slytherin Minimalist

So I was at work and this little boy and his mother come up to me

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

Who You Should Fight: Marching Band Edition

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!”

So I found a six foot pole, and upon realizing that it was only a little shorter than both @amazingphil and @danisnotonfire I decided to travel around the house with it to see what hardships would come with that height. Dan, Phil, I have to say you would not fare well with my house (I mean no bed jumping?)

IF THIS ISN’T A SPORT, I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS!!!!

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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