kinda major

if you're thinking of quitting music, don't.

whether its choir or band or anything just don’t. i wanted to quit a while back because i had a horrible, rude teacher. i didn’t though, because the only thing i ever heard from former musicians was that they regretted quitting. and a while back, i heard a little girl say to our teacher that she wanted to take private lessons so she could be as good as the other first chair and I.

so if you’re thinking of quitting, just think about how there may be one day where someone, whether it be a small child or a peer, decides that they’re going to keep going because you inspired them.

keep your head up.

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There’s always another way. (requested by @iaimto-misbehave)

Crashing into the earth at terminal velocity will send anyone to the afterlife, really.

RIP Kaiba, bury what’s left of him in a coffin shaped like a blue eyes white dragon

anyone else noticed the trend here on tumblr of worshipping certain famous women for like a couple months and there being serious hype for them and then like a month later everyone’s ripping into them and talking about how much they hate them

9

whenever I see the Attention Sparkles™ I hear the Metal Gear alert noise in my head

THERE ARE SO MANY CHARACTERS TO KILL WHY HANSUNG MY SWEET BABY PUMPKIN
WHYYYY
WHYYYYYYYY
I havent even watched the latest ep and personally watch him die but IM ALREADY CRYING LIKE CRAZY

anonymous asked:

when did you graduate and what was your major? Kinda stumped on what i want to study and what i wanna do with my life and any insight from my badass bi role model is appreciated!

honestly hon, when i realized i didn’t have to rush to finish school my life became less stressful. i have a degree but i’m still in school on my way to a Master’s in Psychology! When i first entered Uni and saw classmates of all ages is when it really hit me that you are never too old to get a degree. America likes to make you feel worthless for not making the absolute most of every second you have, but you gotta live life your own way. I never take full semesters because I have a life to live and a mental health to safeguard so taking it slow has been the best thing for me. Best of luck!

Dear people who multi-ship:   That’s it. I’m convinced. You’re all wizards. HOW DO YOU DO IT? I DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS MAGIC. YOU CAN ENJOY THE CONTENT FOR MULTIPLE SHIPS. YOU GET LIKE, TWO TIMES THE CONTENT.  YOU LUCKY DUCKS, THIS ISN’T FAIR.

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send these to ur special ones :-)

7

Erik has so many names, like what did he put on his green card? If he had a green card. He might have just shown up in America and try to kill everyone.

(That says “Max Erik Magnus Eisenhardt Lehnshrr Sullivan“ by the way, I know signatures are hard to read sometime and I imagine Erik’s really messy)

Jamilton Series: Part One

Howdy, kiddos! Welcome to the first installment of my Jamilton series! Special thanks to @ciceroniantrash for getting me hooked on this ship. If we’re gonna drown in Jamilton Sea, at least we’re going down with this ship together. ANYWAY! General warnings for this series: suicide is a kinda major theme. It doesn’t appear in Part One, but I’d rather get that out there now so anyone who wants to avoid the series can. 

Enjoy, bbys! ^.^

Why wasn’t Alexander answering his damn phone. How difficult was it to swipe and put the phone to his ear, to say hey, I’m not dead. I’m fine. Oh, and, um, by the way, I love you.

Okay, so maybe Jefferson was getting a little carried away there. But it wasn’t like Alexander to not answer. Their relationship may only have been a few months old, but Alex’s love of blabbing most definitely started in the womb.

Thomas decided to leave another (the fifth in forty-five minutes) message on Alex’s phone.

“Hey, jerk. Why the hell aren’t you picking up?” he snarked. “Seriously, though, Alexander. You’re worrying me. Call me back in five minutes or I’m busting the door to your dorm down.”

Five minutes ticked by. His phone stayed silent.

So who can blame him for stomping two houses down to the one Alex lived in, waiting for another student to exit so he could slip in, and storming up the stairs to Alex’s single suite?

Once he got there, he pounded on Alexander’s door with both his fists, screaming at the top of his lungs “ALEXANDER HAMILTON OPEN THIS DOOR UP RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL BREAK IT DOWN!”

He fell silent, pressing his ear to the thick white door, listening for any signs of life. There was a groan and some shuffling. Thank fucking god, Jefferson thought.

Alex opened the door, his eyes red and puffy, dark hair sticking up, and his normally tan cheeks a few shades too rosy. “Wha-did-I-miss,” he murmured. He looked at his boyfriend as if he were surprised to see him there.

“Why the hell aren’t you answering your phone?” Jefferson asked, his voice losing its harsh edge after taking in his boyfriend’s appearance.

“It fell,” Alex said simply, as if it couldn’t ever be picked back up.

“Are you okay?” Jefferson wasn’t sure why he even bothered to ask. The answer was so obvious. But he liked to hear what Alex had to say, and usually Alex had a lot to say, so his sudden silence was concerning.

“Yeah, why?” he asked with a cough.

Jefferson narrowed his eyes. Without any warning, he shoved past Alexander, grabbing the smaller boy by the arm and pulling him toward his bed. He scooped him up and sat him on top of it. All Alex did was blink at him a few times.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jefferson muttered.

“Um?” Alex cocked his head and took in his boyfriend, then began to giggle.

“Sweet Jesus,” Jefferson sighed. He felt Alex’s head. Yup. How did he not guess sooner?

“Ha,” Alex said without smiling.

“Nothing is funny, Alex,” Jefferson admonished. “I seriously thought you were dead.”

“My phone fell,” Alex whined.

“Where?” Jefferson sighed, putting a hand to his own temple and massaging it. It was going to be a long day.

“I don’t know,” Alex shrugged.

“Ugh,” Jefferson groaned. “Where’s your thermometer?” Then he laughed. “Why the hell am I asking you? You don’t even know where your phone is.”

Alex had flopped over on his side and was staring into space, Jefferson’s words having absolutely no effect on him.

Jefferson sifted through Alex’s things, finally landing on a first aid kit that one of the Washingtons must have packed him because it was also full of things that didn’t come in a traditional first aid kit, one of those things thankfully being a thermometer.

He walked back to Alex, opened the smaller boy’s mouth, and put it in under his tongue. He waited a few minutes before pulling it out.

“Shit,” he said.

106. This was too high for him to safely cure with soup, sleep, and a watchful eye.

He looked down at his boyfriend and sighed. No wonder Alexander was so out of it. He was delirious from the fever. He sat down next to Alex and gently placed a hand on the small of his back.

“Hey, babe,” he said as calmly as he could. “We’re gonna take a little field trip.”

“Why’re we going to a field?” Alex muttered. “It’s the middle of the winter.”

“Actually, it’s, like, November?” Jefferson tried his best not to be condescending. It wasn’t an easy feat. “But anyway, we’re going on a field trip, not to a field.”

“Oh,” Alex said in a way that told Jefferson the smaller boy had comprehended zero percent of that.

“So, um, yeah.” Jefferson stuttered. “One sec,” he said.

He flitted around Alex’s room, gathering up any supplies that seemed necessary in the moment, which is how he ended up with a blanket, a few granola bars, Alex’s phone (it had been on his bed the entire time), and a poli-sci book. Why that was necessary, he wasn’t sure, but it just felt right.

He wrapped his feverish boyfriend up in the blanket and carried him bridal-style out of his dorm room and into the crisp November air. Luckily, Jefferson had parked his car in the parking lot in the middle of campus, so it wasn’t a far walk.

He gently set Alex, who was now shivering, on the hood of the car, supporting him with one arm as he unlocked the car, then loaded his boyfriend into the backseat, settling him in so he was lying down.

“Floof,” Alex said, reaching up to pat Jefferson’s bouncy curls with a giggle.

Jefferson frowned at him, not because he didn’t find him endearing, but because this was so unlike him.

He climbed into the front seat and started the car. “Okay, babe, we’re gonna get you feeling better,” he said with his Jefferson-esque confidence.

But, for once in his life, he wasn’t so sure that he meant what he said.