#tchaik

[pinkyhaert]

Hollyberry's Very Big Sisters.

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Ghostwire and Phantasma don't usually tag along on Hollyberry's Adventures, as they mostly leave him and the rest of the guardian cores to their own devices. But every now and then, they'll show up and traumatize- er... I mean "meet" all his friends as good big sisters would lol

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Hunter belongs to @speedartist-skyliner

Tchaik belongs to @wooahiexist

Ghostwire & Phantasma belong to @cyberghost-scout

Hollyberry belongs to me :3c

[more-personal-than-not]

[classical-crap]

I’ve been spending the past few days making really awful versions of classical piano pieces (complete with generic drumbeats, cheesy electric guitar solos, choral singing, and a sad trombone). would you guys like to hear them at some point?

[e-minor-mental-breakdowns]

My friend trying to make me listen to her music

friend: Troye Sivan is big gay

me: so is Tchaikovsky what’s your point

[four-flats]

Me, face-swapping with some composers. Warning: this is unholy and terrifying.

[shosty-induced-migraine]

my dad just started playing sleeping beauty waltz on piano and just wow what a beauty

[unexpected-readings-of-poetry]

Okay so at work I am basically a music librarian rn, we recently got donated a bunch of music from a school that closed down and it was all mixed up in empty boxes of printer paper, so I'm organising it by composers.

I found a box that said "Mozart and Mussorgsky" so I was like, fair enough, Mozart and Mussorgsky it is then. And I had a bit of room leftover so I added Mahler, box one: done.

I had enough of Beethoven and Haydn to fill one box each, making boxes two and three.

The next box was broken so I replaced with an empty Budweiser box from behind the bar, in went Tchaikovsky, Shostakovich and Prokofiev. Box four.

Back to the paper boxes, Schubert, Schumann and Brahms, my lieder lovers, go into box five.

Bach, Handel and Vivaldi are my baroque boiz, but wait, there's room to spare, so in go Purcell, Gibbons, Morley, and the rest of the baroque madrigal writers with a few songs each.

I'm running out of larger collections now, so I pick up an empty box of Walkers crisps and alphabetize the rest, starting with Copeland until I ran out of space by Schütz.

I grabbed another paper box for the Ws, when all of a sudden, I spotted it. Benjamin Britten, lurking behind a cleverly placed pile of Fiddler On The Roof. I added him to the W box, and stood back to admire my handiwork.

My musical director very much approved.

[glaspopsuper]