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🪻 i know you're out there, hello, hello? i'm sorry i sing my prayer out of tune...
WHAT DO
so im in a qpr with this super hot tgirl. im a recipro tboy. i love her sm, but im starting to worry it might be romantic? which is bad? because if its romantic its cuz i subconsciously think she likes me? bro help
every time someone realizes they dont have to pick between being a boy or a girl an angel gets its wings btw. and also extremely loud cheering can be heard in the distance from me specifically
btw if you've ever wondered why i make posts like this and get really obnoxious about nonbinary positivity. this is why
and for all of yall that are still figuring it out or aren't getting the support you deserve:
@matzahball
For a second I didn’t realize it meant “high” as in a stoner--I thought “High Geologist” was like a rank of geologist or something and he was insulted you would challenge him to naming stones
great poast every one👍
I have drawn him.... The High Geologist
Can’t believe he’s ace
He is now And here’s the photo evidence:
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Why Won't You Bleed?
(Female Padawan OC x Female Sith Apprentice OC)
Chapter 1: Eggshell Black
The slender black comb gently fell through long strands of deep auburn hair, all tangles had been dismantled ages ago, but the young Zabrak found the sensation of the bristles sorting out each hair to be very calming. Calm. The most important of the tenants they had been taught. Calm. She must learn to combat her natural instincts and be calm. Calm at all times. She had become quite skilled in this art, often through finding practices that stilled her mind. Such as combing. Though this would be a rather impractical way of coping if she were being overwhelmed in the middle of a fight.
Q’tarn stared at their reflection in the mirror, using the Force to sense each individual hair growing from their head. She could braid her hair without moving if she wished. Quite an impressive feat, she believed, considering hand motions were often necessary for those harnessing the Force. And indeed it helped them feel the presence of the life around them better, but that was the benefit of hair. She could already feel it on her head.
Carefully separating her thin padawan braid from the rest of her hair, she laid it gently between her first and second horn. She frowned as she pulled the rest of the hair away from her scalp to begin the larger braid. The nubs of their unsprouted left horns were unfortunate leftovers of their puberty. She had given up hope long ago of them ever emerging. They would simply remain ugly bony bumps protruding from her skull. She sighed and resumed concentration. Three strands separated themselves from the mass of her hair, slowly weaving together in a somewhat thick braid. With half of their head shaved, it wasn’t exactly luscious.
With yet another sigh, she unwound the braid and let it all fall back into its original place. They hadn’t shown Master Windu this particular talent yet, mostly because they weren’t keen on displaying their half-grown horns. She much preferred the right side of her head, three polished ivory horns curving up from the clean shaven side of her skull. Dark tattoos accented the ridges where they erupted from the bone in a half crown configuration, and continued to trail down her forehead where the black lines converged into a single line ending just above their eyebrows. More tattoos traced her cheeks and chin. They softly smiled at them. At least her ceremonial tattoos were not defective.
They were both proud of their culture and ashamed of their heritage. Though many Jedi had risen from the Iridonian Zabraks over the years, they always had to fight against the bellicose instincts that had been necessary for their ancestors' survival in the harsh climate of their home planet. Q’tarn was a victim of this struggle, often being reprimanded by Windu for becoming too giddy during intense sparring matches and the occasional mission that he brought her along for.
She couldn’t help but be excited when her Jedi master was able to spare time to spar with her. He was often so caught up in Counsel affairs that their training became a secondary priority. The other padawans were so fed up with her challenging them to sparring matches that they often outright denied her, not even bothering to make up excuses as they had in the past. It frustrated them how little else there was to do in the Jedi Temple. Though an excellent teacher Windu was, Q’tarn couldn’t help but yearn for a most active master who wasn’t so wrapped up in politics.
Bored of her morning contemplation, she turned away from her chamber’s mirror and exited the room. With a vague yearning, she eyed the mostly empty rooms that lined the padawan quarters. So many of them were scattered across the galaxy at this very moment, learning how to bring peace to the Republic. And here Q’tarn was, stuck in this same building everyday with no one but the sparring droids to train with. Perhaps they could convince Windu to give them a lesson today…
Abruptly, one of the few other occupied chamber doors swung open, and another padawan, only a year or so younger than Q’tarn, emerged.
“Greetings Obi-Wan.” Q’tarn nodded.
“Oh, hello there Q’tarn. Fine morning isn’t it?” He smiled back.
“Well I don’t know enough about it to discern its finery yet.”
“Ah, quite so. Did you sleep well?”
“Indeed I did. And you?”
“Quite alright,” Obi-Wan stretched his arms above his head, fingers interlocked, “I always sleep better here than on the starships, you’re lucky you get to sleep in one bed most of the time.”
“‘Lucky’ is one word for it I suppose, though I prefer the term ‘boring’.” Q’tarn revealed.
“Huh, I hadn’t thought of it that way.” He conceded.
Q’tarn’s bright amber eyes lit up as she casually questioned, “Would you happen to have time for a match later today?”
Obi-Wan awkwardly combed his hands through his hair, “Well, I’m heading out with Qui-Gon in just a few minutes, so…”
They sighed, “Of course, best of luck on your next mission. May the Force be with you.”
“May the Force be with you,” he returned, then began heading down the hall into the main portion of the Temple.
Q’tarn watched the other padawan turn the corner and disappear. She supposed standing in the hall wasn’t the most efficient use of time, so she eventually followed after him, attempting to not be disheartened by yet another refusal. Windu was probably meeting with Yoda somewhere…
She closed her eyes as she walked, knowing the halls with enough confidence that she hardly needed sight. Sensing the strong Force presence of their master and the Grand Master in an upper room together, they confirmed their suspicions and secured a target to head toward.
More coming soon on ao3
casual survey: reblog if you want to kiss a girl right now
I emerge from the void with Star Wars hyperfixation. Somehow I am only now watching this.
Anywho
Q'tarn is my OC. She/they. Irodonian Zabrak. Might write fanfiction. They're a Padawan but forgot the braid lol.
K bye :)
"Who's that?"
I said on my Insta "yeah I'm gonna take a break from the Bloodmoney fanart until the next game comes out" but I lied cause I had this idea and I needed to draw it.
A short comic of Toby reuniting with Harvey after the Normal End.
Kiss the brick before you throw it at him, ok?
mikey begging to be spared @ shaky knees
“The average frontman dies 3 times on stage” factoid actualy just statistical error. average frontman dies 0 times on stage. Get-Stabbed Gerard, who has strange artistic visions and dies over 10,000 times during the tour, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT KNOW
THIS IS A TRUMPET
THIS IS A TROMBONE
THIS IS A TUBA
AND THIS IS A FRENCH HORN
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME
You mean trumpet
Slidey Trumpet
Big ass trumpet
Drunk Trumpet
I’M GONNA PUNCH YOU
My sides
AT LEAST YOUR INSTRUMENTS LOOK DIFFERENT
those are some fancy guitars
EXCUSE YOU THAT IS A BASS, A VIOLIN, A FIDDLE, AND A VIOLA
Those are big mama violin and her little violings
String trumpets.
THATS NOT A BASS YOU DICK THATS A CELLO GET UR FUCKIN STRING INSTRUMENTS RIGHT JFC
things heating up in the orchestra fandom
I know what a trumpet is I play one
Time to reblog this and give my friends a stroke
Being a past trumpet player and now a French horn this post makes me very angery
I tap keys
But hey what about
Wow… Those are really strange trumpets, where did you get them from?
What about this six-string viola I found?
acoustic trumpet
ok so to sum up for those who missed it:
- mcr did a surprise lltbp set at shaky knees festival in atlanta
- shitty wifi at the festival meant nobody was streaming
- people started lying about the concert on twitter and tumblr
- like 2 people started live tweeting the concert and we were living off that and one single picture of gerard for a while
- by the very end of teenagers ONE person had enough connection to stream (ethan)
- ethan was a casual fan so at the end of famous last words he ended the live, much to everyones great dissapointment
- ethan went from the savior of mcrblr to public enemy #1
- during b stage another person got connection and started streaming (babs) and we got the last few songs (im not okay, na na na, boy division, helena)
- concert over. now we wait until someone uploads a full recording of the concert on youtube
- also there was no elexecution, no clarice jensen solo, and gerard was stabbed multiple times
Interviewer: “On the ‘I'm Not Okay’ video, Gerard says ‘I don't wanna make it, I just wanna...’ and then it cuts to the music. Can you finish that sentence for us? ‘I don't wanna make it, I just wanna...’”
Frank lero: “See, the original line was... well, it summed up the entire cheesiness of the teen movie type thing. It was ‘I just wanna rock!’ And it was just too much. We wrote a million other things, ‘I just wanna be myself’... ah, what were the other ones... there were so many. But we just left it open because I think you get a lot more out of it if you just leave it open and put whatever you want to put in there. In that scene, Gerard is like every kid. He's me, he's you, he's everyone. It's like, you know what, a lot of people are told they aren't going to make it, but just do what you do best and live your life. Live it for yourself, and really just fuck everybody else.”
In the beginning there was New Jersey.
And Gerard Way said, "Let there be music," and there was music. But the music was not good, because it contained Iero.
And on the second album, Gerard Way said, "Let there be gay," and there was gay. And the gay was not good, because it was Iero.
And on the third album, Gerard Way said, "Let there be parades of black" and the parades were good because they stomped all over Iero and he was dead.
FRANK WITH HIS OWN CUSTOM SIGN 😭💀 (x)
LMAO NOT HIM USING RAY’S BACK 💀