Alright y'all, so....a concept right...
Friendly rival Drum Majors Sam Wilson and Erik Steven fighting over New Majorette Y/N at Howard and ending in a threesome in the lockeroon 👀👀👀
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Alright y'all, so....a concept right...
Friendly rival Drum Majors Sam Wilson and Erik Steven fighting over New Majorette Y/N at Howard and ending in a threesome in the lockeroon 👀👀👀
Okay hear me out. Maybe it doesnt fit the PG feel of the show (which I'm not trashing, I'm just pointing out) but can someone please write a fic where someone in the jatp universe discovers weed. Like please. I feel like if they all smoked pot not only would some of them *cough* Luke *cough* slow down a little bit and be able to relax but they'd all be able to get their creative energies going and jam out. I do not trust my fic writing abilities (which are nonexistent) with this.
I can totally see the whole band being frustrated and tense and having writers block then Willie sees what's going down and makes a call to a buddy. Smoke sesh/honesty circle/ writing sessions with everyone? I think so.
Someone please hear my jatp prayers 👌🏼
月亮代表我的心
A music prof - wearing dress pants, velcro sketchers, a phanny pack, and a half-buttoned Hawaiian shirt - just burst out of one of the orchestra practice rooms, exclaiming how he desires to take Stars & Stripes, get a shovel, and bury it. His very harassed looking intern chased him across the parking lot "yes sir SIR WHERE ARE YOU GOING"
>be in band >see the best trombone player (let's call him T) in the class walking around with the finger cymbals on his nipples >don't question it, it's normal >ask the band teacher what the tiny cymbals are after class >he picks them up and plays them and explains what they are >I take the cymbals and set them down >'...you know T had those on his nipples right?' >French horn player turns around and says 'I heard nipples' >band teacher feels the need to wash his hands >a sixth grader offers him a cupcake that has had the unfortunate fate of falling over in the case >go to the room for the late bus >yell 'nipple cymbals' at my friend when they walk in
>day in band dedicated to scale tests >be in percussion, aka the very back >watch as friend raises hand in the air multiple times to get the directors attention >laugh as he fails >whisper ‘senpai will never notice you’ >time skip to end of band >other friend has a snare, high tom, and ride cymbal set up >spends 15 minutes trying to get the director to let him tell a joke >finally gets the opportunity >'why did the chicken cross the road’ >’………………why’ >'to get to the other side’ ba dum tsss
You know you're cool when Jason Derulo comes to your band practice and sings for you. One of the songs we're doing this weekend is his song trumpets, and he's going to be singing it with us. But he came to our practice so woo
so i gotta record myself doing the morning stretches for a drum major. i feel like a derp. but gotta help a fellow sam out. ( me and sam are married. we are both sam gallaway its official i proposed on the band bus witha circle pretzel )