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A small tune I made while trying to get the hang of music stuff :’D It’s probably not finished and it’s really simple, but I really wanted to share it with you guys! Did it over two nights, I went for a kinda sad tone with a *little* bit of hope I guess <’3

For a long time I’ve been struggling to comprehend DAWs, music theory and how to use them but after watching this game music tutorial my brain finally managed to wrap some part of it around the whole concept and actually produced something and auosfhaisudfhioufhaw I’m so happy I could actually start something QAQ!!

I think I felt held back cos I was scared of not following proper “rules” in music?… But now I think it’s okay to go by what I’m feeling, by what sounds right to me <3 (… still not sure if it’s “wrong” to do it this way but I’m going by this for now |’D) The scales they provide really help though! Gives me a little confidence, it feels like a basic guideline to hang on to x’DD

I’m aware the timing might be off but I’m not entirely sure how to adjust it so I’m leaving it as this for now. Hope my first try is gentle to your ears!  💖

  • Ravenclaw: *sitting and listening to the rain* I like the rain, it's peaceful.
  • Slytherin: It'll help clean up a murder.
  • Ravenclaw: You wouldn't need the rain to clean up after you if you used an icicle as the murder weapon.
  • Hufflepuff: What is wrong with the both of you?

okay hear me out: 

you know those photo series that are like “In The Running For The Next Spiderman/Young Han Solo/Bachelor/Prince Eric/Property Brother”

and it’s just like nine generically handsome brunet white men that might all be Henry Cavill or might all be Matt Bomer or might all be the photogenic runner guy from 2012 for all we know but it’s impossible to tell because they are just so generic?

and you know how nobody really remembers what Moist von Lipwig (slash Albert Spangler where applicable) actually looks like, they just remember the gold hat, or the glasses, or the bountiful ear hair?

what I want is an adaptation where Moist, whenever he’s being an anonymous face or The Man in the Golden Suit or Albert Spangler, is played by a series of generically handsome brunet white men who are swapped out shot-to-shot.

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marauder series  SIRIUS ORION BLACK. cheekbones to die for, thinks he’s a connoisseur of firewhiskey, is not, has never had a spot, always has an arm round someones shoulders or a knee draped over their leg, rocks on chairs, asked out mcgonagall for odds on, rarely takes his shirt off, has a kitten called seraphina who he carries around in his pocket, once bet dumbledore five galleons he could beat him in a stare-off, lost, immaculate nails, has long conversations with lily where they plait each others hair and gossip about james, was the first to notice when marlene stopped eating, sits at the top of astronomy tower and shreds letters from his mother, president of protect the bees, won’t sleep with less than two pillows, spends a lot of time by the lake with remus, writes puns on parchment and leaves them round the castle, write’s pete’s charms essays for him when he’s bored, very proud of regulus when he catches the snitch, sits on the floor, sits on tables, sits on james, can’t cook pasta, has a map of all the places he wants to visit, infatuated with fresh air, can’t stand the city,  never wants to go back there.  (words.)

Adrinette Month Day 5: Coffee Shop Au 

Back to working loosely haha I enjoy it far too much 8]

He didn’t know when she started sitting there, every morning at eight, with a cup of coffee in her hands. He only knew when he started remembering her. 

Sometimes she was with someone–a friend, he hoped–but most times, she was alone, sitting contentedly with her beverage, enjoying her own company. 

He never could quite muster up the courage to go up to her–what was he going to say? “Hey, I’ve been watching you drink coffee every morning as I walk to work, how’s it going?” Yeah, that’s not a bit creepy.

So one day, when it was down-pouring, and he went his way to work, believing fully that perhaps today, he might not get to see her, he was surprised to find he was wrong. There she was, wearing a bright red raincoat–but no umbrella.

And he finally found his chance.