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This is like kinda sad bc I had this horrible horrible audition today that’s making me question everything as a musician!! Hope u like tho :)
My confidence is laid on the floor, in torn apart shambles. When I had awoken that morning I was bright, full of life, and now I find myself struggling to stop crying. For years I had been confident in this one thing. When everything else didn’t make sense, I could get away from it all, lift up my instrument and just play. When my other hobbies horribly disappointed me, left a scratch on my confidence, I could rely on this. Yeah, it was stressful at times, nothing good comes without stress. I thought I was good, great. I was. I am. I know I am. But my brain thinks otherwise after today. I played my favorite part of the piece that made me enjoy playing the most. The air was cool, forcing me to relax and to be able to be sent to the time before my successful performance and gain the headspace that I strive to maintain. My confidence is at its peak. I am here. The notes came flowing out of my instrument in a way that I just knew sounded right. Didn’t it? I catch the notes that sound ugly, wrong usually, the ones that I internally feel anger about days later. But none of those occurred. I felt centered and I felt as if my tone was, too. I blew it out of the water, I won, I did it. This is what I am good at. And then it’s announced. I failed it. I completely bombed what I thought was amazing. It’s one thing if everyone there is better than me, but I played something complicated perfectly. I know I did, didn’t I? I played exactly how I did at that festival which I didn’t get anything wrong at. It was one of the best run throughs I’ve ever played, I’m convinced, I know because I was overjoyed, with positive energy radiating out of me afterwards. I would know if I played it wrong, right? Then I realized, as everything wrong is being displayed in front of me like some abomination, an embarrassment, that they didn’t understand, they didn’t see what was written. “Cadenza (from Italian: cadenza [kaˈdɛntsa], meaning cadence; plural, cadenze [kaˈdɛntse]) is, generically, an improvised or written-out ornamental passage played or sung by a soloist(s), usually in a "free" rhythmic style, and often allowing virtuosic display.” My favorite part, my secret show pony that makes everyone sparkle with admiration. They didn’t see what was written, so for them, it sounded messy, wrong, ugly. But it wasn’t!! I want to scream off of the top of a cliff at the top of my lungs that they didn’t see what I was playing, they didn’t know. And now, right in front of me, my confidence stands, getting brutally murdered and mutilated. It breaks, smashes, like shattered glass, its jagged edges on the floor. I am good, I think in a whisper. I wouldn’t have gotten as far as I did without being good. Being great. But did they know that it was there? Or am I just bad at this, too, like the notes they thought were wrong. Were they misunderstood, misinterpreted? Or is everything just a lie, something presented that isn’t true? I try to pick up the pieces of the shattered glass, hoping they’ll fit together again, but after everything, it’ll take a lot of glue and effort to make them ever lay the same again.
I made the party poison mask for my aftonsparv (it low key sucks cuz it’s too big and I rushed 🥀) but I LOVE IT LOL. (He needs the red hair tho) here was the pic that gave me the idea btw:
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just saw one of these so i had to make my own <3
ILLI MCMILLIN!!! 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🫶
Spread 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥
I think Wilson is my fav character because he's just as insane as House you just don't notice it because he's nicer. House will say some crazy shit like "I'm going to experiment on a pregnant woman" and Wilson is the type to go "yeah that sounds like something you'd do" then help with zero convincing needed. An entire episode where he made an enemy of a billionaire and got fired because his best buddy who commits medical malpractice every single day was being scrutinized. House could literally text him "let's quit our jobs and start an emo band" and Wilson will be at his door in ten minutes saying "this is a terrible idea" with a guitar on his back
I need them to start an emo band and I’m gonna probably think about this for the next few days
I love it when bands put posters in their CDs but WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THE BOOKLET AND NOT A SEPARATE THING 💔💔 I wanna hang up my mcr poster but I want album artwork more 🥀🥀🥀
Here you go my tumblr community, take this as an offering
why is no one talking about the fact that there is a corpse in the room when WILSON and house are fighting at his dad's funeral LOL
HELP I NEVER NOTICED THAT 😭😭😭
How it feels to finally update that one fanfic after months of writers block. (NOT MY PHOTO LOL)
Anyway read my pjo fanfic 🤭🗣️‼️🔥:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54685021
Got the urge to write about this fine specimen I found on Pinterest 😈🥱
It had been days since I arrived in the desert. Days since I’ve had a bite to eat, a sip of water longer than a few drops, a wink of sleep, a moment of rest.
I had no clue where I was, only that it was a desert. I wasn’t sure how I got here, exactly, because I woke up here smack in the middle of a sand dune.
I know I won’t be able to survive here for long. How could I? It’s not like anything lived in the desert that would truly sustain me. Only small animals that I don’t have the heart to kill, cacti, and predators that I know would kill me before I could them, not like I would even attempt to. If I stopped for only a little bit for rest, everything would catch up to me and I would probably collapse. If I passed out, I wouldn’t be able to wake up in time to save myself from the blistering sun or the venomous snakes or whatever else wanted a quick daytime snack.
So the only option I had was to keep on trudging through the scalding hot sand, wishing upon whatever lied above that I would be able to find a way out.
Then, I saw it.
I thought that I was hallucinating at first. That would be the only reasonable option, no? A green blob with something sitting on top of it was in the distance, waiting for me to approach. As I got closer, I heard the music. Was I in the stage of hysteria? Either that or something else was in the desert. Someone else, because they were playing music.
Even if it was a figment of my imagination, it would be nice to have someone to talk to. However, as I got close enough, I saw that it wasn’t a person.
A black cat sat in front of me on top of a fresh, plump, green watermelon. The cat had a sombrero on its head with two holes in the top to comfort its ears. It wore a mustache that was slightly hard to see amongst the midnight of its fur, but it was there for sure. It had a kazoo in its mouth, unsupported by any of its hands. I think it was playing a classical tune, but I couldn’t name the piece. Propped up against the watermelon was a cardboard sign that read: Donations will be rewarded greatly!
Donations? First of all, the cat was in the middle of the desert, so who would possibly be giving it a donation? The other creatures? Second of all, why was this cat here? Why was it wearing strange attire? Why was it on a watermelon? How did it learn kazoo? There was way too much to unpack.
However, since the entirety of it was way too weird, I decided to play into the weirdness. I searched myself for something that I could give to the cat. I couldn’t give any of my clothing, of course, since it protects me from the elements of the hot desert. Finally, I remembered that in my ears were two silver studs, from which I had gotten from my friend for my sixteenth birthday. While I loved them, what was I going to do with jewelry in the desert? I surely couldn’t eat them, that was evident.
I carefully placed the studs next to the cat, on top of the watermelon. I envied the cat’s hat, since I really could’ve used it. I probably got sun poisoning from the way the sun baked down on my bare face the past few days.
The cat abruptly stopped playing at the placement of the earrings. The kazoo dropped to the sandy floor, which must’ve sucked, since the sand probably got into it or even stuck to the saliva inside of it.
Then, the cat jumped at me. I braced for the impact, terrified about how badly the cat’s claws would feel against my maroon skin. But it never got the opportunity to stick a landing, because while I was focused on the cat, I was returned back to my living room, as if nothing ever happened. My clothing wasn’t torn, my skin was a perfectly normal color, somehow, even the exhaustion was drained from me. Only the hunger and thirst remained, which I adequately quenched as soon as I could get my hands on food and drink.
Was it all a dream? Something that occurred from a fever or drowsy medication? There’s no way I could’ve made that experience in my mind, the blinding pain and hunger that I felt, the feeling to actively dehydrate, the feeling of walking through burning hot areas of land, slowly letting your body cook under the daytime sun. But it had to be, because I never left the desert, so how would I have gotten home?
Then I saw a scratch on my arm, one to have been from a cat. And my earrings, too were missing.
I heard about that angler fish that was found near the surface a little while ago in Spain and I couldn’t stop crying…I knew I had to write about it.
I have never looked up before.
I don’t particularly know why. I just haven’t. I had everything that I ever could’ve wanted where I am. My light illuminates everything around me, allowing me to see enough for food.
Then, one day, I did.
It happened without any warning or reason, just an impulse to look up.
There was more to my home than I had thought.
Creatures all around me swam up all the time. Why shouldn’t I?
As I continued to swim, stopping only when I needed to eat something, I noticed drastic changes.
The deep blackness of the water that I had needed to use my light to be able to see dampened. Slowly the black turned to a deep navy and then to lighter bluish colors.
The other bottom feeders in my depth weren’t all that lurked in the ocean, either.
Humongous creatures and slithering eels. Sharks bigger than anything I’ve ever seen, fish that looked absolutely nothing like me.
As I continued to swim and look up further, then I saw it.
Light.
I wasn’t the one creating it.
Whoever was had to be at least 10 times bigger than me.
I wondered if anyone around me knew what it was. Who was causing it?
Everything around me was foreign. Even the food hadn’t remained the same. As I swam even further into the lighter blue ocean surrounding me, I couldn’t find anything that I would be able to eat. Sure, there still were small plants and krill, but were they safe? I didn’t know.
As I ventured further and further, I grew exhausted and starving. I wouldn’t be able to keep this up for much longer.
But even if, I was weeks away from my home. It was over 2,000 feet below me. It was no use returning. I might as well find out who is causing the light.
As I continued to ascend, the amount of surrounding life decreased. The only things that had been at the surface were floating plants and other small fish.
I grew even hungrier and tired. I knew that it wouldn’t be long until I gave out.
I reached the top of the water, staring mesmerized at what was above me. Blue with white blotches had been above. It wasn’t wet, the animals that had been above didn’t look slimy and sleek like everyone else.
I stared up at the blinding light. It was beautiful beyond my comprehension.
I couldn’t be more thankful that I was able to have the opportunity to witness it.
Did she ever marry ol’
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epic au where everything is the same except telemachus has a pet wolf
Imagine telemachus pulling up in odysseus LIKE THAT
Edit: If yall wanna see more :)
Omg stop I absolutely love this